Honor Is

To get
Along together
Should Be
So simple

To act
With honor
So little

We are
Not required
To love
One another

We are
Not required
To trample
One another

We are
Not required
To subjugate
One another

We are
Not required
To understand
One another

We are
Merely required
To be
Mutually polite
And behave
With honor

Shame of
Guilty or

Deserved or

Shame is
Not Honor

Revenge is
Not honor

Honor is
Not love

Honor is
That quality
Which allows
For love
To be

Bear … 07.06.2014
ⓒBearspawprint 2014




Forgiveness of past
Does not absolve the future
Behave with honor
Bear … 07.06.2014
ⓒBearspawprint 2014

The Nothing Beyond Your Expereince

Greater than your love
Is your fear of helplessness.
You justify yourself with reasons
And your preferred, deserved activity.
I am here, living in
The nothing beyond
All of your love.
Your cold feigned indifference,
Becomes empty comfort withheld,
Substituted with your own needs for
Reassurance, and soothing ego strokes.
I am here, living in
The nothing beyond
Your great strength.
You want appreciation, adoration,
To be honored for your cowardice
As a misled  hero, you are stoic while
You hide in oblivious ignorance.
I am here, living in
The nothing beyond
All that you know.
You appear to suffer doing everything
Your own way,  knowing  you have
Been abandoned by your stoppered ears.
My cries, you say, you can not hear.
I am here, living in
The nothing beyond
What you can hear.
What you refuse to see is unreal.
It isn’t your burden to carry.
How can you have sympathy or care
About phantasms and silly emoting?
I am here, living in
The nothing beyond
Your magnanimous care.
You do not know where I live.
You have made up reasons for your
Absence, for your banishment of the
Unbearable, your ego is piled as stone walls.
I am here, living in
The nothing beyond
The wall that isn’t there.
Lies provide warmth for the cold,
Cold fear masquerading as
Contempt for my pain. Beyond your
Experience there is nothing.
I am here, living in
The nothing beyond
Your experience.
I am here, living in
The nothing beyond
All of your love.
Bear … 05.25.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014

I Thank You


It takes a generosity of spirit to say thank you.
Only a heart recognizing the giver is able
To share gratitude with contentment.
Appreciation gone unsaid is piled up stingy,
It molders in the greedy takers soul. 
By withholding satisfaction selfish hoarding
Ignites hot resentment at the easing of need.
Gratitude thoughtfully related gently warms
Both the recipient and the giver’s hearts.
Kindness and effort work courageously together
Hand in hand like accepting and giving, 
But there is only truly helping another 
When there is gratitude in honorably receiving.
Gratitude unstated might really not be there.
How can the helper know 
If the helped one doesn’t share? 
There are secret gimme gimmies
 And takers that don’t care. 
They don’t recognize the sun
And they don’t acknowledge service.
Though the sun shines on all, there are
Shadows filled with fear of unfilled need.
If thank you is unsaid then the coveting ego 
Will continue to try to satisfy hidden greed.
The selfless has no gage to know if the largess
Of their bounty has touched another’s heart.
The effort of the giving may be wasted unless
The words THANK YOU do their essential part.
Thank you is mutually enhancing.
Thank you eases pain and satisfies the soul.
Thank you acknowledges the worthiness of the giver and of the recipient.
Thank you is beautiful. 
Thank you for all that you have done.
Thank you.
You have done so very much more than you know.
Thank you.  Thank you.
You know who you are and I thank you.
I know who you are and I thank you.
Thank you.
Bear … 02.28.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint

Sweet Potatoes in February

Night has fallen
There’s a cold
Pouring rain
All around inside me
Is sadness and pain
Dark swirl into night
With a myth
That is warm
Serve fresh hot bread
With olives and cheese
Hot sweet potatoes
Remind of the sun
Create light laughter
Pretend it is fun
Remember remember
You make up the rest
There is love in the act
Only reply with gentle tact
Treat as a patient
Courteously serve
Expectations quite rigid
Wants grab at my hands
Hurt taking my heart
Everyone needs
While trying to hide
Sly gimmies are signaled
With subdued greed
I’ve drawn on more than
What I have left
There’s the Piper to pay
Due any day
The messenger’s here
With private pains full of fear
I humbly ask
Let me finish my task
Until they are stable
I beg please oh please
Let me be able
Only the soundless
Word song is mine
I dance to my no tune
And that is just fine.
Bear … 02.06.2014.

ⓒ Bearspawprint

Gunga Din

Rudyard Kipling

Gunga Din

YOU may talk o’ gin an’ beer
When you’re quartered safe out ‘ere,
An’ you’re sent to penny-fights an’ Aldershot it;
But if it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An’ you’ll lick the bloomin’ boots of ‘im that’s got it.
Now in Injia’s sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin’ of ‘Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them black-faced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.

It was “Din! Din! Din!
You limping lump o’ brick-dust, Gunga Din!
Hi! slippy hitherao!
Water, get it! Panee lao!
You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din!”

The uniform ‘e wore
Was nothin’ much before,
An’ rather less than ‘arf o’ that be’ind,
For a twisty piece o’ rag
An’ a goatskin water-bag
Was all the field-equipment ‘e could find.
When the sweatin’ troop-train lay
In a sidin’ through the day,
Where the ‘eat would make your bloomin’ eyebrows crawl,
We shouted “Harry By!”
Till our throats were bricky-dry,
Then we wopped ‘im ’cause ‘e couldn’t serve us all.

It was “Din! Din! Din!
You ‘eathen, where the mischief ‘ave you been?
You put some juldee in it,
Or I’ll marrow you this minute,
If you don’t fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!”

‘E would dot an’ carry one
Till the longest day was done,
An’ ‘e didn’t seem to know the use o’ fear.
If we charged or broke or cut,
You could bet your bloomin’ nut,
‘E’d be waitin’ fifty paces right flank rear.
With ‘is mussick on ‘is back,
‘E would skip with our attack,
An’ watch us till the bugles made “Retire.”
An’ for all ‘is dirty ‘ide,
‘E was white, clear white, inside
When ‘e went to tend the wounded under fire!

It was “Din! Din! Din!”
With the bullets kickin’ dust-spots on the green.
When the cartridges ran out,
You could ‘ear the front-files shout:
“Hi! ammunition-mules an’ Gunga Din!”

I sha’n’t forgit the night
When I dropped be’ind the fight
With a bullet where my belt-plate should ‘a’ been.
I was chokin’ mad with thirst,
An’ the man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin’, gruntin’ Gunga Din.

‘E lifted up my ‘ead,
An’ ‘e plugged me where I bled,
An’ ‘e guv me ‘arf-a-pint o’ water—green;
It was crawlin’ an’ it stunk,
But of all the drinks I’ve drunk,
I’m gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.

It was “Din! Din! Din!
‘Ere’s a beggar with a bullet through ‘is spleen;
‘E’s chawin’ up the ground an’ ‘e’s kickin’ all around:
For Gawd’s sake, git the water, Gunga Din!”

‘E carried me away
To where a dooli lay,
An’ a bullet come an’ drilled the beggar clean.
‘E put me safe inside,
An’ just before ‘e died:
“I ‘ope you liked your drink,” sez Gunga Din.
So I’ll meet ‘im later on
In the place where ‘e is gone—
Where it’s always double drill and no canteen;
‘E’ll be squattin’ on the coals
Givin’ drink to pore damned souls,
An’ I’ll get a swig in Hell from Gunga Din!

Din! Din! Din!
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
Tho’ I’ve belted you an’ flayed you,
By the livin’ Gawd that made you,
You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din!

Shale Formations Identified To House Nuclear Waste —- Now What???

So now even areas that we thought were safe from mining operations are to be contaminated by reverse-mines?  Is everywhere


We are all relatives.    Bear


USGS Newsroom

Technical Announcement: U.S. Shale Formations Might Safely House Nuclear Waste Released: 7/23/2013 11:00:00 AM

Contact Information: U.S. Department of the Interior, U.S. Geological Survey   Office of Communications and Publishing 12201 Sunrise Valley Dr, MS 119 Reston, VA  20192

Shale and other clay-rich rock formations might offer permanent disposal solutions for spent nuclear fuel, according to a new paper by the U.S. Geological Survey. There is currently about 70,000 metric tons of this spent fuel in temporary storage across the United States.While no specific sites have been evaluated for storage potential in the United States, USGS scientists have looked at several research efforts, including projects that are underway in France, Belgium and Switzerland to confirm that shale formations in those countries are favorable for hosting nuclear waste repositories.

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Safe ——- by Bear

That “I wasn’t aware”

Does not mean I do not care.

It’s merely that

Your burden is not mine to bear.

My own back is stiff

But not in pain, certainly not the agony

You purport yours to be.



That you live in misery

Is plain for me to see.

If I suggest “Why don’t you go

Back in your little room?”

It isn’t really fate and doom.

I merely prefer to not see

What you have come to be.



If you have movement issues

And stagger and fall,

I’ll assume and accuse

“Too many pills won’t cure all ills.”

Even though I know you

No longer have any meds at all.



But if you cry in despair

As your sting-nettle skin

Burns with electric sizzles in the air

And I say

“Can’t you just take a pill and feel better?”

Even though I do know you

No longer have any meds at all.



When the Jinn pull your hair

And whisper curses in your ear,

Alien words that I will never hear,

It doesn’t mean that

I don’t care

It’s merely what I prefer,

When I say  “I wasn’t aware.”



So if you love me


Hide your pain and misery.

Stay in your little room

Wallow alone in your damned

Doom and gloom

So what if your nerves are shot?

Please know that mine are not.

Don’t ask me for sympathy.

Go.  Let me be.



It’s not that I don’t care,

I just want to be safe when I say that

“I wasn’t aware.”




Learned Wisdom — Bear’s Collection

When Dear Husband became mature enough to reveal his truly appreciative Heart with great Efforts at Attentive Thoughtfulness 

and overtly attempted to show the Depth of His Compassionate Understanding,

It became possible to Exemplify  

The Wise Repartee of Men in such an Eloquent Quote as:

“Huh? What are you going on about, now?!”

Wi n’ de Ya ho — Cherokee Morning Song — Walela

The songs are sung by the Cherokee group Walela.

The Cherokee Mornings Song is a traditional greeting to the Rising Sun.   Sunrise is a sacred time, the dawn of a new day.

Wi n’ de Ya ho —  Cherokee Morning Song — Walela

Wash Your Spirit Clean — Walela

~Wash your spirit clean~
Give away the things you don’t need
Let it all go and you’ll soon see
And you’ll wash your spirit clean
Wash your spirit clean
Go and pray upon a mountain
Go and pray beside the ocean
And you’ll wash your spirit clean
Wash Your spirit clean
Be grateful for the struggle
Be thankful for the lessons
And you’ll wash your spirit clean
Wash your spirit clean
Give away the things you don’t need
Let it all go and you’ll soon see
And you’ll wash your spirit clean
Wash your spirit clean