Plumes of Starlight Flames

Glory bright
Shall flash
In cyclone
Over harsh
Wailing world
Of no one
No watchers
Shall see
No ears
Hear the
As eternity
Slams shut
Wing howling
Gamma wind
Bear … 05.31 .2015


Calcite and Blue Smoke

Agawela and her moon stone
Her life became
A mythical epic
Out of human proportion
Secretly living
Alone Traversing
She flies she walks
She dances running
On and on living
Seeking the Answer
That would release her
From her wandering
Vigilant searching
Blue Smoke for a Home
She carried in a sack
On her back filled
With books and rocks
Music and mysteries
Eating dreams and sky
She viewed the world
From mountain tops
The air so clear crisp
Crunched when chewed
Sweet and nourishing
Her teeth not yet worn
From grinding gravel
Preparing road beds
For those who
Require she lay
Four lanes to follow
Where there
No longer visible
Is access carried
Through nascent
Clouds a path
To stars dancing
Veiled revealed
Through Blue Smoke
All enchantment
Removed by love
Entrapping lies
Sequential time
Imprisoning light
And shadow her
Task to chew
Gravel singing
Stories transformed
By duty by love
A road bed
A pathway
Agawela opens her
Mouth to spit sand
A bottomless cave
Obscured by
Waves of Blue Smoke

Blessed ashes cover
A crystalline
Moon Stone
Marking Agawela’s memory
The way away
Calcite glows with
Night moon light
Bear … 02.20.2015
ⓒBearspawprint 2015


When the Sun
Rises in the West,
All Trees shall
Uproot themselves,
And pivot
One hundred and
Eighty degrees.
At this time
People will learn
That trees have
A back and a front.
People will learn
That trees
Understand people.
Trees understand
Patience and time.
Trees understand
And gravity,
And altitude,
And nutrition,
And conservation,
And chemistry,
And the wondrous
Mystery of Water.
When the Trees
Turn their backs
On What Was,
Facing full front
What will be;
At that time,
Cruel enchantments
Shall be broken,
And captive Dryade
Shall all be set free.
Bear … 01.24.2015

West Rising Sun ⓒBearspawprint2015 2015-01-24  click to enlarge

West Rising Sun ⓒBearspawprint2015 2015-01-24 click to enlarge


The Devil Is Beating His Wife

I raised my small arms
To the wondrous rain.

Billions of rounded
Prisms glistened with
Sparkling cooling
Rainbows of crystal
Faerie kisses soothing
My hot brow, wetting
My long hair that gave
Me an elfin shade from
The now smiling sun
Dancing in the falling
Late afternoon soft
Warm perfect
Barely splashing…

“Grandmother, Mother
Look! Oh see! Come out
Come out!”

“What now?
Oh. I see.”

“That is just the Devil
Beating his wife.”

Grandmother and Mother
Returned to their tasks,
Nodding to each other
In a rare moment
Of womanly agreement.

Mother echoed
Sidelong glance at
My wet self, standing
Just beyond the shelter
Of the roof.

“How can the Devil
Beat his wife?
The Devil doesn’t
Have a wife.
Who would marry
The Devil?”

Again Grandmother
And Mother shared
That strange look.
So strange because
They never agreed
About anything.

Mother looked at
Me, for once with
Compassion rather
Than contempt.

“Many are the
Foolish girls
Who have
Married devils
For nothing
But their charm.”

“Child, one day
You will see
These devils
Dancing ’round
Preening and
Crowing and
Making promises.
Lying and
Knowing of
Their devilish charm.”

“This rain is
The Rain of Woman’s
Silent Tears.”

“Too late do
Many women see
The Devil shed
His Cloak of Charm.
It’s useless to
Cry for what
Is already done,
When there is
Work to be done.”

“Go on now.
Play in the
Sorrow of Women.
Today it is glittering
Rounded prism of
Warm and soothing
Girlhood rain.”

” But know, Child,
When the sun is
Shining and a
Gentle rain
is falling,
Both at
The same time…”

“The Devil
Is Beating
His Wife.”

Bear … 07.08.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint

Music Themes: All Saints Day The Pagan Blended

In this time of Changing Seasons the veil between the worlds of living and dead and present past and future thins and the dead and living seem to mix and blend.  But as the day and night progress the dead must return to the Other Worlds and those who linger are forced or sent away.  Old myths, traditions and legends have been blended over time evolving with changing cultures.   Some traditions have blended this day and night  as a hunt for bad behaving humans and others have it as hunt for evil mischief making spirits or daemons.  Still others traditions use this time to honor the good, both living and dead.

Lisa Thiel – Sacred Ancestors’ Chant

Sava – Wylde Hunt

Omnia – The Wylde Hunt     Cernunnos, Lord of Beasts, he grunts:  “Come join us for the Wylde Hunt! …”

Ghost Dance  —  Rambert Dance Company — Ojos Azules

Kula Shaker – Persephone

Faun – Cernunnos

Oden / Wotan / Odin / Óðinn / Woden            The Wild Hunt is a supernatural force that sweeps across the land at night. The actual object of the Hunt varies from place to place. In some areas it searches for anything that might be unforunate enough to be in its path. Others say it hunts evildoers.The leader of the Hunt also varies. In Celtic Britain it is usually led by Cernunnos, the horned god. In Wales it is led by Gwyn ap Nudd, and sometimes Bran. After the Anglo-Saxons had settled in England, Cernunnos became Herne the Hunter.The Wild Hunt also appears in Teutonic myth, its leader being Woden or Odin.      by Luke Goaman-Dodson

Tuzben Szuleto – The Moon and the Nightspirit



The Moon and the Nightspirit –  Tuzben Szuleto (live)


Lyrics (English Translation)

Silver-shaded Mother of Night,
by the skirts of gray cloud,
come, long-sought, and cover us now
with thy mantle, star-inwrought

Awake stellar-manifested world,
mystery-entolted realm of stars,
cradle us in thy somniferous arms,
weaver of dreams, Mother of Night

Let us forget and dream,
bathe in thy silver moonlight,
let our souls return,
to the Empyrean Abode

Let us forget and dream,
let the sorrow be absorbed,
let our tears dry up,
in thy Stellar Home

Giant Squid filmed in deep in Northern Pacific

Giant squid seen in Northern Pacific

Author Richard Ellis describes the giant squid that was filmed spotted swimming
in the Northern Pacific Ocean.