Category Archives: Energy

Dark Dance

Straddling fault lines,
We dance above the abyss.
There is no safety.
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Bear 30January2020
ⓒBearspawprint2020

Heavy, The Air

Heavy, the air.
Weary, the trees
Whisper their despair.
Invading miasma
Of crawling dreams,
Drifts, dense
With unremembered songs.
Heat oppressed,
Unseen Loa cry.
Intensely sweet
Their unheard wails
Are entwined,
Tangled,
In blue mist.
Eerie soup flows,
Thick with voiceless
Voices filling
Unrequited voids,
Empty of regard.
Leaves droop,
Breathless.
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Heavy, The Air
Bear 14August2018
©Bearspswprint2018

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Becoming What Is Not

Becoming What Is Not

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While tracking
My star,
Across the sky
Towards the west,
Following color
Streaks,
And the
Blackest
Deep,
Succumbing,
I closed
My eyes
Just for
A moment,
To rest,
So tired,
So weary was
This human flesh.
Then opened,
Startled
Awake.
The cosmos
Lurched,
A small
Gap.
My eyes,
Opened wide,
Saw the world
Had moved over
And I had not.
The ground
Was no longer
The same ground.
Red clay
Had become shale,
Sliding and unstable,
Mountains
And foothills
Pulled themselves
From beneath my feet.
I jumped and ran
But could not catch
Anything solid.
Nothing of
Substance,
Nothing
Of honor,
No truth,
What had been
Became what was not.
What would be,
Became,
What is never.
Running and
Running,
As soon
As my feet
Would feel,
Some surface,
And pause,
Only
An instant,
Only to orient,
To take
A direction
Reading,
Solid became
Liquid
And mud became mist.
I sank,
Clawing at
Words slipping
Away as breath,
As fog,
As illusion
Forcing me
To leap and
Prong, and
Fly dancing
In pursuit
Of the reality
That had gone,
Leaving my perceptions
Blinded by
Streaming tears,
My song unheard
In anguished echoes,
No meaning
But a garble of loss.
The old people
I knew,
Became new people
With different lives,
New relationships,
That I never
Dreamed in
The dreaming worlds,
Never touched
In the
Waking worlds,
These new worlds,
New beings,
Had been
Building
Themselves,
Generating
Shimmering surfaces
Only as approached,
Dissolving
When out of sight,
Described
With new languages
Of no meaning,
No feeling,
Only confusion,
A chaos new faces,
Grown older,
Grown different,
New ideas,
Translated fantasies,
Spoken in
Gibberish,
And I was
Spinning.
As each thought
Passed by me,
Tweaking my
Body,
Nudging me
To turn
A little,
To turn my head,
To my memory,
Turn and turn,
Turn my heart,
And a turn
A little
More, and
Turn more,
Faster and faster,
Until I became
A plasma wind
Spinning
In place
While all that
I knew,
As comfort,
As familiar,
As love,
Whirled around,
My spinning
Life,
My whirling death,
Dancing away
On a receding tide
Of regret.
I ran and
Ran dancing,
Crying for
Mercy,
Circling the
Abyss,
The deepest
Well of yesterdays,
Of lost
Tomorrows,
Dark shadows
Of never to be.
Spinning
Light,
Spinning
Plasma,
Hot,
Melted light,
Between what was
And what
Had now
Become
What is not.
My hair
Flew out
From my
Whirling head,
Each individual
Hair a voice
Screaming and
Whistling,
Calling spirit
Back
Into myself,
To become
All one
With the nothing
Of no hope.
I whirl,
One hand
Raised,
Open
To the vastness
That is beyond
The knowable
Seven Skies;
One hand,
Gentle across
My own
Beating heart,
And I turn,
And turn,
And I turn.
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Bear … 11.15.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015

There Is Always More

Beyond the veil of knowing,
Beyond the illusion of perception,
Beyond the sweet call of all
And everything and eternity,
Past infinity and before
The shimmering of the beginning
And absolute,
There is more.
Always there is more.
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Agawela October/16/2017
rewrite October/19/2019
ⓒBearspawprint2017

Heavy, The Air

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Heavy, the air.
Weary, the trees
Whisper their despair.
Invading miasma
Of crawling dreams,
Drifts, dense
With unremembered songs.
Heat oppressed,
Unseen Loa cry.
Intensely sweet
Their unheard wails
Are entwined,
Tangled,
In blue mist.
Eerie soup flows,
Thick with voiceless
Voices filling
Unrequited voids,
Empty of regard.
Leaves droop,
Breathless.
.
August 14, 2018
Bear ©Bearspswprint2018

Wailing Sand

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I hear Wind
She gives
Voice to sand
Wailing mantra
Sparking current
Friction sowing
All ancestors
Weeping in
Blowing sand
Guabancex
Singing wild
Calls Huracan
Merging
Spiral song
Guatauva
New joy
Wind sings
Her prayer
An ecstasy
Cleansing
With gratitude
The pure
Coatrischie
Self Offering
Washes tears
Prayer restored
.
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Agawela…09.07.2017
ⓒBearspawprint2017

Full Moon May 10 – 11 Sorpio

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Full Scorpio Moon viewed through smoke from West Mims Fire  May 10, 2017

Full Moon In Scorpio - ⓒBearspawprint2017

Full Moon In Scorpio – ⓒBearspawprint2017

THANKSGIVING 2016

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MY DEAREST ONES, WHOM I HOLD IN MY HEART,
I AM GRATEFUL THAT YOU ARE.
 
THIS THANKSGIVING WE MAY GIVE THANKS.
 
WE MAY GIVE THANKS THAT WE DO NOT HAVE TO MAKE THE SAME IRRESPONSIBLE AND DESTRUCTIVE MISTAKES THAT HAVE ALREADY BEEN MADE.
 
WE MAY GIVE THANKS THAT WE ARE YET REQUIRED TO BE WILLFULLY IGNORANT OF THE CONSEQUENCES OF GREED AND LAZINESS AND UNCARING HEARTLESS EXPLOITATION AND DECEIT.
 
WE MAY GIVE THANKS THAT IT IS STILL POSSIBLE TO DO BETTER.
 
WE MAY GIVE THANKS THAT WE HAVE TIME TO AVOID A THIRD WORLD WAR.
 
WE MAY GIVE THANKS THAT WE HAVE NOT YET DESTROYED ALL POTABLE WATER.
 
WE MAY GIVE THANKS THAT WE HAVE NOT YET ANNIHILATED ALL SENTIENT BEINGS.
 
WE MAY GIVE THANKS THAT THERE ARE THOSE WHO HAVE RISKED, ARE RISKING EV EN NOW, AND HAVE GIVEN ALL TO ALLOW US TO HAVE THE FREEDOM TO CHOOSE THE DIRECTION OF OUR FUTURE.
 
WE MAY GIVE THANKS THAT WE STILL HAVE THE OPTION OF CHOOSING A BEAUTIFUL FUTURE FOR ALL OF HUMANITY AND ALL SENTIENT BEINGS.
 
WE MAY GIVE THANKS THAT THERE IS STILL TIME.
 
WE MAY GIVE THANKS.
 
I AM GRATEFUL.