Echo

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I am
The Blank Space
Within
Your Heart
I am
This Voice
This blowing wind
This katajjaq
Singing calling
Chanting
A whirling of
No words
Do you not feel
This Voice
This blowing wind
I am
The Banshee
Scream
The Blank Space
Within
Your Heart
I call with my
Twisted face
I love you
But what about
This Voice
This blowing wind
I am not dead
I did not die
I live within
I am the
Swirling
Empty Hollowness
Within
Your Heart
Should
Your Heart
Stop it’s
Pulsing beat
Counterpoint
Throbbing
It is I
This Voice
Wailing
This blowing wind
That shall
Drift softly
Away humming
Descending crescendo
Finally to still
Leaving empty
Drafty and echoing
The blank space
Within
Your Heart
This Voice
This blowing wind
Could never
Fill
.
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Bear … 08.01.2019
ⓒBearspawprint2019
old poem reworked
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Lotus Grows In Mud

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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

Ending

Convulsing
In paroxysms
Of grief
I have
Become
My own
Grandmother
Deceased
Long ago
Alone
Watching
Water flow
Ancestor
Mothers
Whispering
Our lives
Are now
Your
Daughter
Sorrow
Dismissed
By yowling
Pain
.
Agawela 05/14/2019
©Bearspawprint2019

How Can I Warm The Moon?

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Cold darkness surrounds
Slipping inside my heart
My shivering mistaken for desire
Doubt hides in my discomfort
Sleep providing your heat
You turn away dreaming old hungers
It no longer matters
I return to my paints
Ouroboros becomes ice crystals
Encircling the half-moon
Dead leaves rattle
My bones rattle
Is my joy painted by memory
In one hand a paint brush
In one hand a gourd rattle
The rhythm calls me back
I have wandered too far
How can I warm the moon
My blood is cold wind
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Bear … 01.02.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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