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
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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
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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
.
Bear … 01.02.2015
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Stars Out Of Season

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Stuck tight between
The hard place
And the rock,
There is no way out.
What folly,
What naive faith,
Placed me here?
There is no water.
There is no warmth.
There are no trees,
No voices, no birds,
Just the rock,
And the hard place,
Rubbing away
My skin,
Crushing my ribs,
If I dare breathe,
Or speak.
I can roll my eyes,
And conjure
Bitter jokes.
I can look up
To see the stars.
So deeply wedged
Am I that the
Sky seems
Always night.
I see the stars
Out of season.
Though I weary,
And I close
My eyes,
I call myself
Blessed by this
Gifted view of
Daytime stars.

Bear 11/25/2018
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