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Against the sunset,
Wing-ed ones are flying east.
I turn, seeking home.
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Bear 03.23.2019
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Home
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I dwell
Within the
Blank space
In your heart.
While I
Am here,
And I am
Here always,
This space
Is lonely
And wind swept,
Bereft of
All dreams.
The only
Sounds are
The beating
Of your
Beautiful heart,
And when
You speak,
I hear only
An echo
Of wishes
Filtered by
Time and war,
Carried by
Your roaring
Blood as
A love song,
A rushing river
Cascading into the
Endless cycling
Emptiness
That is I.
Listening in
The place
Where your
True love
Should dwell,
There is only
My self,
Unworthy,
A wind
Spinning in an
Eternal eddy,
A whirlwind
Of chaos
And misunderstanding.
Far beyond
Forgiveness
For my hopeless
Being, I am
The Blank Space
In Your Heart.
Though I am
Vast and empty,
You live here,
Also, in me.
Together we
Circle the sky.
Raining the dance
Of our
Anguished love.
We are the wild
Spiraling Void.
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Deluded
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I OWN
I KNOW
I KEEP
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NEVER
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Bear … 03.20.2015
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HOME
Bear 02.10.2014 — HOME
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Back
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Home again
Home again
Fliggedy flog
Here is my husband
Here is my child
Here is the cat
Here is Buddy and Dawg
Some things
Are the same
There’s a few that are new
A big tree blew down
It was a near miss
Guardian Angels
Protected Dear Husband
With another kiss
Thank you thank you
Again for this
Pericarditis
Has given
Us all fright
An additional worry
In the dark of night
The horse still bucks
Through crippled and old
It’s as if he forgot
His pain and the cold
The deer shy away
And the ducks waddle on
Poor critters confined
For life in
This domesticated zoo
Rabbits and others
Live here too
Real animals
Require so much care
What about this
Sorry old Bear
Stay alive through
This month
Always dreary
Windy and cold
Grateful thankfully
Watch El Sol
Rise sooner and sooner
Gracefully comply
Accept the falsely
Coveted role
The long flight home
In the dense gray sky
Has taken Bear back
To an idyllic sweet
Paradise fantasy
Akin to the rack
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Bear … 02.04.2014
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Last Day Of December
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As gloomy and colorless as this last day of 2013 is, the humble
Tea Olive is still blooming , wafting it’s delicious scent
into the damp colorless gray.
BACK GARDEN SKY, THE LAST DAY OF DECEMBER 2013
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TEA OLIVE ON THE LAST DAY OF DECEMBER 2013
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VARIS ELOINEN — Tenhi
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Hot Today
100 Fahenheit August 12, 2013
It is hot and the sun is shining, but only for a while. I have about half of the laundry out, as you can see in the background, but those clouds coming in from the north (behind the trees on the left) have rain, and I can hear the thunder rolling. Still far away, but wet bath towels invite rain. The thermometer is Fahrenheit .
Old Horse
This old horse is 30 years old, and is starting to show his age with hollows that don’t look so good. He still gets frisky now and again, kicking and bucking just for the fun of it, especially when he (hears the can) sees his bucket with sweet feed on the way. He does like his hay, but sweet feed and fresh greens and veggies are what tickle him.
Bear’s Garden Path At Night
Nights are hot, even with the steamy rains. This path leads from the back porch and branches at the bird-bath.
Drizzly Dusk
Drizzly dusk view towards the river from my front door. The apparently glowing spheres are raindrops catching the flash rather than orbs. Though there are those who have seen orbs here, and there is foxfire in the woods, Lightening Bugs, and other night glows make for a mysterious faerie world, sometimes. By Bear July 2013
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