Waters Of Night

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Do you remember?
When we were so young,
And, for a moment, free?
Do you remember?
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It could not have been you, on the shore,
You could not have been there,
When I swam into the night,
When I flew into the blue-black water.
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Free and safe and alone,
Glorious the moonless sky,
Star-song of deepest warm dark,
Still I swim the black waters of night.
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Do you remember?
When we were so young,
And for a moment free?
Do you dare remember?
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Wicked, I taunted you, drunk
With our dark night star-songs.
Predator patient, I see you waiting,
Back turned, indifferent, arms akimbo.
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I shall drown in darkness and starlight,
Before I relent and swim ashore.
Your indifference an oily film, reflecting
Remembrance of wondrous bottomless night waters.
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But do you remember?
When we were so young,
And for a moment free?
Do you dare remember?
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Was it nothing or fear that held you?
Or perhaps the stars dazzled you,
When I swam into the moonless sparkle-night,
When I flew into deep starry blackness?
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Singing and alive and alone,
Glorious the warm moonless freedom,
Star-song of the deepest dark.
I fly through the waters of night.
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Can you remember?
When we were so young,
And, for a moment, free?
Do you also remember?
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Bear … 05.23.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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Dance Here With Me

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Impenetrable walls and fences
Are built by cold
Indifference and illusions
It is the False Faces Liars who
Cannot pass through
What is a construct of
Themselves repairing
Their own hard barrier
Guardians of their
Fear and disillusion
Working working working
Working working working
To keep me in my place
Only the inside out
Vision of delusion
Can dissolve the
Gateless self creation
No need for gates and doors
All portals lead not in
Fools keep adding
Bricks more bricks
Of heavy weary sin
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On this side there is no wall
On this side I remember all
On this side I am free
On this side there is no here
In my untended Wild Garden
I Be
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It is really
Not a problem
To dance here
With me
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Bear … o3.05.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint
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MOUNTAIN ICE MIST


MOUNTAIN ICE MIST

What is the difference
In feigned indifference
And indifference that is real?
The feigned indifference hides
Feelings protected by the layers
Of practicing to be aloof.
True indifference feels nothing,
Is innocent of deceit,
Yet is opaque as captured light.
Indifference requires no pretense
There is nothing to protect
There is no heart, just ego and id.
The feigned and the true,
Become the same in the end
As practicing indifference leads
To no feelings hidden or unreal.

Indifference is the heart of
The cold Mountain Ice Mist.
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Bear … 02.22.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint

 
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