Lightening flashes across my vision. If I hold my head at a particular angle, and do not focus directly,. I can identify what I see. Now the lightening lingers, shimmers, dazzling, superimposed over the optic neuritis skewed to ultra violet, beautiful and misleading. Sometimes stabbing pain is the price for such glory. Do the bees, with vision in ultra violet, pay a cost in pain? Is their price a short lifespan? The lightening is from another source, aural migraine, an infinite receding, pursued awareness, A samsara of all encompassing agony. Can I ride pain as Quan Lin, riding a Dragon, surfing the waves of suffering? Will my brain implode, bursting outward from my skull, a nightmare, a quasar-burst of light and waves and matter; radio resonating squeal? Or will it not? All the while the Stars scream, the constant, starry cicada song overwhelmed by the banshee screech that only I perceive. So intense the pain it squeezes the bile from my body in waves of vertigo, sailing up and down, and around, and around, whirling. No end to the spiral. Can I dance it all away, to fall in an exhausted heap? Must I dance on, whirling, screaming: When is there surcease? When is there sleep? Will the cat ever relinquish the Cursed Fiddle? . To soar as Buzzards, as Eagles, must we eat carrion? Bear December 13, 2022 ©Bearspawprint2022
We are older, now,
Than a little while ago.
The days drift with grace.
Bear December 12, 2022
There is a little Pumpkin Shell, In which an old old woman does dwell. She is not alone, For she talks with the trees; And though every movement hurts, Her hair dances with the breeze. . Agawela 04November2022 ©Bearspawprint2022
Gray, damp, Overcast, Is the sky Behind dark trees. Mildew is growing, Blooming black, The road is Sand, Deep and dry. Plants hang limp With thirst. Work is futile. I sit and rest, While drinking tea. I watch leaves Gently sway, As the slowly drift, Falling away, Falling. Each one, Dancing alone, Until, On the ground, They gather. I sit and rest. I drink tea. The sky is gray. The forest is silver. The air is damp. The sand is Dry, and deep. I sit, resting. I drink my tea. I am older Than I was A little while ago. Leaves gently sway, Falling. REST Agawela October 29, 2022 ⓒBearspawprint2022
Distant thunder rolls. Wet trees glitter in moonlight, While the soft rain falls. . Bear July 18, 2022 ©Bearspawprint2022
Thunder rolls I fade Into shadow Flowing Away in Night rain Wrapped In the scent Of exotic White Flowers Rolling thunder Carries me I am heavy Sorrowing Grieving An echo Growing distant My whispers Are rumbling Waves resonating Into flowing Night shadow . Agawela 27May2022 ©Bearspawprint2022
Close your weary eyes. Your wishful dreams will follow, Scented siren call. Jasmin Is Blooming April 23, 2022 ©Bearspawprint2022
Grandmother's round face Glows through raindrops on branches. Dark leaves drip glitter. . Agawela 18March2022 ⓒBearspawprint2022
No longer May I live Near human People so politely Uncaring civilized In ignorance I scream And cry wailing Too much and No mirrored image Bereft of the Veil Some days all nights Continuously calling Screaming despair While writing While sewing While making love While mending While wandering silent Creating reasons Of disillusioned Thinking unacceptable While cooking sleeping Other beings cringe Shrinking from My broken primal Screaming wailing Cries follow me My own meteor tail Of illuminated grief What will never be Yet waves flow Rippling eternal Illusion adorns my Body as garments Woven from despair Sorrowing siren calls I may never find the Echoing perimeter Of pain heartache Buzzing louder Harmonic pulses Louder scream song Enduring in the shouted Silence continuously I wail Anguish impenetrable This barrier of Banshee Screeching thorns . The Silence of Thorns Agawela 13March2022 ⓒBearspawprint2022
Beautiful gentle Female rain, falling for hours, Sings her sweet sleep song. . Bear 10March2022 ⓒBearspawprint2022