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
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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
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Seeing

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.
With eyes
Gifted of Tamuz
In New Moon
Dark
I turn
Seeing all
Seeing
Your wishes
As a beautiful
Rain iridescent
Poison arrows
Myself gliding
Through the
Falling intent
I danger dance
Between
Each silvery
Slash
Opportunity
For starburst
Power of joy
Burning hot
My skin glistens
Molten silver
Reflecting
Slivered
Nakomis
Ripples follow
Poison arrows
Joyous melting
Cupped hands
Lift pools
Of happiness
I drink the divine
Waterfalls
Of glory
Washing
My skin
Painting
My hair
Frayed silver
My happy eyes
Cannot see
Your hate
Blended in
Darkness
Your true
Center tentative
Raw afraid
Sleeping
Waiting
Still hiding
Alone I am
Whirling under
Singing stars
Scatter blessings
As beauty
Somewhere
A rattle
A heartbeat
Loving calls
Me home
As a rain
Of death
Transmuted
Streams silver
Startling
Shrill squeal
A meteor
My breath
A whistle
Opens my
Grateful eyes
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Agawela Bear…07.08.2016
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Argue With The Sun

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Harmonic quaking
Dance embraces
Dissonant
Tension twisting
Each impulse
Against another
Opposing strength
Tears illusion
Smooth muscles
Guiding mirror
Inverted reasoning
Turning
Backwards to
Make forward
Oscillating breath
Choked with
Coiled honey
Aspirating vernal
Exhalations
Droning wheeze
Pulse waves
Seven point
Eight three
Aura calling
Waves ululating
Synapse arced
Lightening
Banging shut
Percussive hot
Plasma exciting
Voiced screams
Four hundred forty
Hertz bursts betrayal
Resonate frequency
Weeping is too small
Sub-acute vibrato
Intensely within
What music can
Argue with
The sun
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Bear …04.02.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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BALANCE — Music Themes

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The Music Theme for this week is BALANCE.
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Magical Maddie has chosen DEATH AND REBIRTH for the next theme.
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THERE IS  BEAUTIFUL BALANCE TO BE FOUND IN AN ECLIPSE
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How to watch total solar eclipse on Friday
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A BALANCED life flows from the heart.
SHE CARRIES THE SKY —  Matriarch  Iroquois  Women’s Songs — Joanne Shenandoah — Rachel Wood — Kalunyaha wi
4min. 58sec.

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The Vernal Equinox is that moment Balanced between sleeping and waking, between winter and spring, between chaos and creation.
Gaia — Faun
6min. 34sec.
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Is a life lived BALANCED on the precipice only an illusion of achievement and security?
PRECIPICE — Battlestar Galactica Season 3 – OST —  Bear McCreary – Battlestar Galactica Orchestra
4min. 55sec.
Galactica Turk
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PRUIT IGOE — KOYAANISQATSI  — Philip Glass
13min.  36sec.
Leandro Da Silva
According to Hopi Dictionary: Hopìikwa Lavàytutuveni, the Hopi word koyaanisqatsi (Hopi pronunciation: [kojɑːnisˈkɑtsi])[22] is defined as “life of moral corruption and turmoil” or “life out of BALANCE”. The prefix koyaanis– means “corrupted” or “chaotic”, and the word qatsi means “life” or “existence”, literally translating koyaanisqatsi as “chaotic life”.
Three Teachings:
“If we dig precious things from the land, we will invite disaster.”
“Near the day of Purification, there will be cobwebs spun back and forth in the sky.”
“A container of ashes might one day be thrown from the sky, which could burn the land and boil the oceans.”
Hopi Mythology  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hopi_mythology
THE BOOK OF THE HOPI  by Frank WatersOswald White Bear Frederick (Illustrator), Frederica H. Howell (Foreword)
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1044575.Book_of_the_Hopi
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Can BALANCE ever be restored to indigenous populations and lands over run by others?  Should religions, ideologies, dominance, slavery be imposed on others?
ESCAPE TO INDIA — Kundun — Philip Glass
3min. 02 sec.
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Is there a BALANCE between opposing estates in our shared universe? Would there be BALANCE in a universe composed only of light, or would that be balanced by a universe of darkness?  Can such a BALANCE exist beyond our human perceptions?
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According to the Planck mission team, and based on the standard model of cosmology, the total mass–energy of the universe contains 4.9% ordinary matter, 26.8% dark matter and 68.3% dark energy.
Dark Energy, Dark Matter – NASA Science – Science@NASA
Dark matter – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
DARK MATTER  OST — Andries de Haan
3min. 48sec.
    Andries de Haan
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Mimas and Pandora   NASA/JPL-Caltech/Space Science Institute

Mimas and Pandora NASA/JPL-Caltech/Space Science Institute

Did darkness exist alone before there was light?  Has there always been a  BALANCED chaos of waiting?
DAY ONE DARK –Interstellar OST– Hans Zimmer
6min. 57sec.
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Must we purposefully seek light? Or is it possible for humans to find,  within our human hearts, a BALANCE of darkness and light?
CHASE THE LIGHT – Amaria — Thomas Bergersen
4min. 24sec.
Two Steps From Hell
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JOHNNY WHO REMEMBERS:   Johnny.
MAGICAL MADDIE:  ♪Balance – Music theme
LISA OF THE LIGHT:
WONDERFUL WILLOW:  music-theme-balance -willowdot
EVA:
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