I am too Worn Out I blame Not my weary Small version of Existential Horror there is Only the endless The vastness of A universe Unrequited My wailing song Of harmonics in Dissonant chords Is rippling forever Unheard In nowhere Not music Accepting me Taking me Beyond my puny Perceptions Still there is No echo . ECHO 29June2021 ©Bearspawprint2021
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Into The Abyss We Dare
Twirling and whirling,
Into the abyss we dare.
Dancing with devils,
Screeching and weeping,
We sing out our song,
A new song of death.
We sneeringly mock
Our own hopes and
Our dreams.
Souls are trafficked
In an internet cloud,
For with clicks and
Broken hearts,
The loss of free will.
In the abyss we dance,
With the same ancient
Devils we know.
.
Bear 09September2020
©Bearspawprint2020
Dark Dance
Straddling fault lines,
We dance above the abyss.
There is no safety.
.
Bear 30January2020
ⓒBearspawprint2020
Starlight Stones
Together,
We dance,
On tiny stones
Of starlight.
Our pathway,
Illuminated,
Is between
Darkness and night.
Sweet scents
Softly sing
Of white flowers
Blooming
In dreams.
Each touch
Carries
The grace of
Eternal breath.
.
Agawela 21February2020
ⓒBearspawprint2020
Becoming What Is Not
Becoming What Is Not
.
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.
.
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.
.
Agawela October/16/2017
rewrite October/19/2019
ⓒBearspawprint2017
Lotus Grows In Mud
.
.
Their hearts
Opened
Revealing
Only mud.
One
Lotus seed
Was
Planted
Within
Each heart.
In which
Lifetime
Will awareness
Sprout?
The Lotus
Flower
Exists
Fully formed
Within
The seed.
Waiting
And eternity
Are one.
Bear Agawela 0/16/2019
©Bearspawprint 2019
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