Roy

At night,  
When all was quiet and still, 
I watched from the darkness.
I saw the glowing 
Red light of fire, 
As the forge roared 
And sparks were shooting,
Bursting, dazzling, 
The star magic 
Of metal transmuted.  
I heard the roaring forge,
The whoosh and quenching sizzle,
Then the Mighty Hammer 
Bang BANG  
Bang BANG, 
An ancient song
Of strength and steel, 
The heartbeat of creation,
Intent and work, 
Forged and quenched and hammered,
Bang BANG,
Bang BANG. 
The shadows flow
And retract,
Flow and retract.
I watched 
From the darkness,
The Night Gifted Magician, 
Immersed in creation,
Forging swords, 
And blades, and tools;
Each carrying its own 
Particular 
Blessing of Power.
. 
Roy
05September2021
ⓒBearspawprint2021

Friction Arcs

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It was a beautiful day
The sun shining golden
Glorious horizon
As Grandmother Moon
Rises in fullness
There are gatherings
And parties and meet-ups
Quiet visits
And wild jamborees
Mortal bodies fail us
Pain prickles and stabs
Sorrow claims the stars
Despairing in solitude
Wailing in the darkness
Empty eons between
Wild flowers bloom
The sand drifts deeper
Blowing friction
Harmonics Dissonant
Lightening arcs
Cloud to nowhere
Within wavering time
There is no forgetfulness
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Bear … 04.28.2018
©Bearspawprint2018

THE DEVIL OF FAR AWAY

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I LIVE WITHIN THE LONGING THAT ASKS THE QUESTION WITH NO ANSWER.
TAUNTING AND UNTOUCHABLE, IS THE MAGNETIC HEART OF A PERFECTLY LOVEABLE MONSTER.
HE WEEPS IN ANGUISH THAT COMPASSION REQUIRES TOO MUCH.
HIS SORROW IS ENDLESS FOR HE WILL NEVER KNOW THE PAIN OF ANOTHER.
BEREFT OF EMPATHY, LOST IN THE WORDS OF LOVE, HE ANCHORS IMPULSE IN DOGMA.
I DREAM FOR MY BELOVED THE INFINITE TANGLED COMPLICATIONS OF UNDERSTANDING.
YET HE IS PURE IN HIS IRRITATED INDIFFERENCE, HIS TEARS DRIFT IN THE VOID.
HE MOCKS ME FOR MY QUESTIONS THOUGH I KNOW THE ANSWERS CAN ONLY BE APPROACHED.
IN HIS INNOCENCE HE ASKS WHERE AM I LEADING IN MY SPIRALING
I SAY ALL PATHS LEAD TO THE HEART. ALL PATHS LEAD TO ONE.
HE IS SECURE KNOWING THAT OF ALL THE MANY ONES HE IS THE ONE CHOSEN.
HE IS THE DEVIL OF FAR AWAY, COMPLETELY LOVED.
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Agawela … 04.05.2017
ⓒBearspawprint2017

Far Away ⓒBearspawprint2017

Swallow What You Must

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I stood in the doorway
Foot raised to cross
The bedroom threshold
Your broad shoulders
Filled the space
As you stepped forward
Raising your beautiful arms
Not to put them around me
Nor to accept an embrace
But only to force me
By courtesy to step back
Yet I did not step aside
Instead raising the
Water Blessing
You took and drank
Ingesting unmindfully
Returning the glass
Irritation radiating
Communion reaching
Behind yourself
You shut the bedroom door
And step forward
Again the message clear
Turning I moved aside
Water Blessing transmuted
Funereal Tear Cup
Refilling the empty
Blessing portion
Now become the
Woman’s Salt Sea
I drank my half moon
Tide change
Howling a lullaby named
Anguish to no one
The lyrics all
Told in stories
And the songs all sung
To children grown
From the darkness
Persecuted coyotes echo
My useless cries
I have refilled
Water Blessing
In the new dawn
You will swallow
What you must
And I shall drink
With gratitude
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Agawela … 03.22.2017
ⓒBearspawprint2017