Rocking and swaying
Swaying and rocking
The sound of a father's voice
Gentle, yet strong and secure
Don't stop, I need more
Snap, crackle
Snap, crackle
I never, ever heard a pop!!
Ear to the bowl, the fun part already gone
You don't expect me to eat this now, do you?
Especially with that fruit cocktail in it
I never liked pears, so I picked them out
Along with the maraschino cherries
Those taste awful and are not real cherries
At least they don't look or taste real
Not like the ones we get in summer
Then again, this isn't really rice....is it?
One foot on the ground
One leg reaching up to gain a firm hold
The sequence has begun
From there to the next two diagonal climbs
Then a big leap of faith to that higher branch
Can't miss a beat or the rythym is thrown off
And now and intricate balancing act
To feel ten feet taller than any human
That sweet spot perched with a grand view
Of the yard
Yet the sense of super powers - priceless.
Hair blow dried and make up perfect
Suntan looking good enough to bare arms
Pull on the tube top and rev up the charms
A walk in the neighborhood
It is indeed a beautiful day
But we don't hang with the Mr. Rogers kids
We're off to our own Land of Make Believe
Where smoke flows not from a train but from a glass bong
Led Zeppelin or Bowie blares from some portable radio
And hours turn into days
When you're caught up in the haze
A good friend of mine follows the stars
to Venus and Mars
Trouble over here, trouble over there
I seem to find the bad boys everywhere
Living for the thrill of romance
Or just a chance
The meaning of life discovered inside me
Moving on to be all that I can be
Like a bear in a forest of honey trees
Sweet love mixed with rock hard sex
If one goes bad, just wait for the next
Feeling a void, but not knowing why
When the shit hit the fan, I was unable to cry
Life snatched from us all left a hole in our hearts
Sweet sister so dearly loved, too young to die
Hard to imagine she is never coming back
Sleep turns into 'A Nightmare on My Street'
Dark curtains fall and my face draws a blank
As I attach myself to another's power
My own light growing dimmer
I remained still through those years
Somehow we both found survival skills
Until freedom let us go from the reigns
Having no idea the kind of grieving
That would come so many years later
Sunny blue skies and mountains full of wonder
I never felt better
So free
So ME.
Never wanted to leave there
Even after the disasterous collision of hearts
That left me not knowing which way was up
Still, that mountain and desert was my home
And I never wanted to leave it.
Still can't believe it.
To the here and now, sharing and giving
In the midst of strange chaos and dysfunctional living
With someone I spent my whole life avoiding
Now attached at the walls of uncomfortable ties
Not seeing a future...just surviving the lies
We live in the moments of separation
And breathing takes a great deal of effort.
Helping others creates sparks of dual healing
I laugh, but don't live, at least not with much feeling
Can't see the future, but I'm certain there's more
I hold out some hope for that open door.
~ Spirit Bear 5/7/13
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Soaring Eagles
Soaring eagles in the night
Appear so clear in the Moon's spot light
Gathering in the yard with me
To show me the circle
And dance with me.
Soaring eagle comes down from above
And clutches my shoulders
In a firm grip of Love
To carry me away on wings so high
But returns me to ground where I must learn to fly.
Eagle feather emerges from a wet spinning portal
Coming from planes between now and immortal
Lands on my chest and gets my attention
Shows me the symbol to another dimension.
Standing beside a beloved tree from my mind
I form a medicine wheel of hearts being kind
The feathers come billowing down to the ground
I scoop them all up and reveal what I've found.
Each dream is a message
Each feather a gift
Each person anointed
By eagles adrift.
~ Spirit Bear 3/2/13
(based on 4 eagle dreams occurring over 2 decades)
Appear so clear in the Moon's spot light
Gathering in the yard with me
To show me the circle
And dance with me.
Soaring eagle comes down from above
And clutches my shoulders
In a firm grip of Love
To carry me away on wings so high
But returns me to ground where I must learn to fly.
Eagle feather emerges from a wet spinning portal
Coming from planes between now and immortal
Lands on my chest and gets my attention
Shows me the symbol to another dimension.
Standing beside a beloved tree from my mind
I form a medicine wheel of hearts being kind
The feathers come billowing down to the ground
I scoop them all up and reveal what I've found.
Each dream is a message
Each feather a gift
Each person anointed
By eagles adrift.
~ Spirit Bear 3/2/13
(based on 4 eagle dreams occurring over 2 decades)
Friday, February 15, 2013
Sun Struck
Thin layers of scalloped snow and ice
Lie beautifully, like handmade doilies
Draped across a muddy and well worn path
Intricate shapes left behind from melting
Bring forth both inspirations and fleeting hopes.
Bright Sun in an early tease of Spring
Shines powerfully on my face
Lifting half of me up to greet it
As my lower half steps carefully
In and around the slippery mud
Trying to remain grounded and steady.
It's a tricky terrain to traverse
Knowing there are other paths around it
Yet realizing that going straight through is best
I have been here before
And dodged these same puddles and squishy bogs
Clinging to the dry grasses and brush
Thanking the rocks for stepping stones
And making an earnest attempt
To conquer my obstacles, however minor in success.
So powerful is the Sun to force things into the light
To attract likes to likes, and yearnings to yearnings
Evoking the old worn paths of mistakes
And the familiar beloved paths of desire
Having no cares of whether it will be muddy and challenging
Or intricately beautiful in its own slippery, short lived delight.
The mud serves its purpose, as does the Sun
For the upper and lower halves need to be One
Climbing life's and love's hurdles
Side stepping the dangers of falling down and out
Earth and Fire will never forsake us
In our souls they will forever remind us why we try.
~ Spirit Bear 2/15/13
Lie beautifully, like handmade doilies
Draped across a muddy and well worn path
Intricate shapes left behind from melting
Bring forth both inspirations and fleeting hopes.
Bright Sun in an early tease of Spring
Shines powerfully on my face
Lifting half of me up to greet it
As my lower half steps carefully
In and around the slippery mud
Trying to remain grounded and steady.
It's a tricky terrain to traverse
Knowing there are other paths around it
Yet realizing that going straight through is best
I have been here before
And dodged these same puddles and squishy bogs
Clinging to the dry grasses and brush
Thanking the rocks for stepping stones
And making an earnest attempt
To conquer my obstacles, however minor in success.
So powerful is the Sun to force things into the light
To attract likes to likes, and yearnings to yearnings
Evoking the old worn paths of mistakes
And the familiar beloved paths of desire
Having no cares of whether it will be muddy and challenging
Or intricately beautiful in its own slippery, short lived delight.
The mud serves its purpose, as does the Sun
For the upper and lower halves need to be One
Climbing life's and love's hurdles
Side stepping the dangers of falling down and out
Earth and Fire will never forsake us
In our souls they will forever remind us why we try.
~ Spirit Bear 2/15/13
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
To Sleep Like a Cat
Ah, to sleep like a cat, careless and free
Always knowing as a cat that to relax is to be
Is it the keen intuition that lets them let go?
To dealve into consciousness ten times below
To dream and sleep and recover health, to restore
Knowing they will rise again to live once more
Perhaps it's the comfort of telepathic ability
They study us like satellites until assured predictability
of our every move, feeling, or thought in our mind
Nothing left to guess work; they've mastered our kind
Knowing us better than we know ourselves
A cat can enter a world all its own by itself
Without worry of attack, intrusion or invaders
It knows that this home is made of love crusaders
So why then are humans not so easily rested?
Could it be the daily trials and ways we are tested?
Relationships unsettled with spouses or family?
A community creeping with criminals, chaos and insanity?
Perhaps it's too light or too dark or too warm
Too cold or too damp or too loud during a storm
Or silent as blackness, alone in the night
When senses are heightened, no need for a light
Some drop to the couch and are down for the count
While others climb walls just trying to get out
Nerves gone awry in this modern technology
Behavior modification with simple psychology
Aromas and teas and comforting songs
Too much sensory input? Have we got it all wrong?
It's brain overload; thoughts that don't belong
And how much is too much? Or not enough?
All these drugs and natural remedies designed to relieve
Help only a little, but cause more fatigue
Who else can't close their eyes at 4:30 in the morning?
No matter how exhausted, your wired for more yawning
Could it be that we are the Dawn Patrol set in place?
Designed to keep watch so that others sleep safe?
A brain chemistry programmed to check on the graves?
A cranial tide set in motion against the waves
To keep an eye on the property so the animals can sleep
Yes, we may be the Guardians who keep wolves from sheep
Waiting vigilantly for shift change at the dawn's early light
We finally lie down when all has been safe for the night
Is it conditioning, environment, experience or fear?
What chooses us for this path? It is not so clear
Yet once in a while, we curl up in our beds
With not a thought but how drained we are enters our heads
Still, the drive to protect and to set up boundary lines
Keeps us convinced there is purpose to this in our minds
Whether real or imagined, or cosmically ordained
The call is persistent to keep things maintained
The night owls are puzzling; that is for sure
but one thing's for certain - we've got your back door.
Spirit Bear - 01/16/12 ( still awake)
Always knowing as a cat that to relax is to be
Is it the keen intuition that lets them let go?
To dealve into consciousness ten times below
To dream and sleep and recover health, to restore
Knowing they will rise again to live once more
Perhaps it's the comfort of telepathic ability
They study us like satellites until assured predictability
of our every move, feeling, or thought in our mind
Nothing left to guess work; they've mastered our kind
Knowing us better than we know ourselves
A cat can enter a world all its own by itself
Without worry of attack, intrusion or invaders
It knows that this home is made of love crusaders
So why then are humans not so easily rested?
Could it be the daily trials and ways we are tested?
Relationships unsettled with spouses or family?
A community creeping with criminals, chaos and insanity?
Perhaps it's too light or too dark or too warm
Too cold or too damp or too loud during a storm
Or silent as blackness, alone in the night
When senses are heightened, no need for a light
Some drop to the couch and are down for the count
While others climb walls just trying to get out
Nerves gone awry in this modern technology
Behavior modification with simple psychology
Aromas and teas and comforting songs
Too much sensory input? Have we got it all wrong?
It's brain overload; thoughts that don't belong
And how much is too much? Or not enough?
All these drugs and natural remedies designed to relieve
Help only a little, but cause more fatigue
Who else can't close their eyes at 4:30 in the morning?
No matter how exhausted, your wired for more yawning
Could it be that we are the Dawn Patrol set in place?
Designed to keep watch so that others sleep safe?
A brain chemistry programmed to check on the graves?
A cranial tide set in motion against the waves
To keep an eye on the property so the animals can sleep
Yes, we may be the Guardians who keep wolves from sheep
Waiting vigilantly for shift change at the dawn's early light
We finally lie down when all has been safe for the night
Is it conditioning, environment, experience or fear?
What chooses us for this path? It is not so clear
Yet once in a while, we curl up in our beds
With not a thought but how drained we are enters our heads
Still, the drive to protect and to set up boundary lines
Keeps us convinced there is purpose to this in our minds
Whether real or imagined, or cosmically ordained
The call is persistent to keep things maintained
The night owls are puzzling; that is for sure
but one thing's for certain - we've got your back door.
Spirit Bear - 01/16/12 ( still awake)
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Stop and Go
Stop.
A golden leaf tumbles down on a soft wind
while the Sun hits my back as I turn and watch
the brightness cast over a field where deer will soon gather.
Go.
With each thought frantically pouring out of my head
like a garbage disposal churning out waste
I can hear nothing but my own footsteps on the ground.
Stop.
That heron stands like a statue and retracts its neck
as it stares at me, then carefully steps into the brush
while a bubble over its head says "She can't see me".
Go.
All the colors and sounds of the trees are stirred
as the cleansing wind comes over me,
gently urging me to look up.
Stop.
An expansive branch bends and towers above me
like an archway to heaven as I realize
that my thoughts are my own again, free and clear.
Go.
~ Spirit Bear 10/21/2012
(the healing power of being alone in nature once again reminds me that I am still me when I am able to get away from the daily chaos)
A golden leaf tumbles down on a soft wind
while the Sun hits my back as I turn and watch
the brightness cast over a field where deer will soon gather.
Go.
With each thought frantically pouring out of my head
like a garbage disposal churning out waste
I can hear nothing but my own footsteps on the ground.
Stop.
That heron stands like a statue and retracts its neck
as it stares at me, then carefully steps into the brush
while a bubble over its head says "She can't see me".
Go.
All the colors and sounds of the trees are stirred
as the cleansing wind comes over me,
gently urging me to look up.
Stop.
An expansive branch bends and towers above me
like an archway to heaven as I realize
that my thoughts are my own again, free and clear.
Go.
~ Spirit Bear 10/21/2012
(the healing power of being alone in nature once again reminds me that I am still me when I am able to get away from the daily chaos)
Friday, September 21, 2012
Slam Funk: State of Affairs
Borders secure
But it's Drugs Gone Wild
Look out for yourself
Every man, woman and child
Children are the victims
Of power struggles and war
History repeating
But who's keeping score?
Flowers tilting their faces to the Sun
Violent flares reach out and grasp more guns
Death by shooting is a common shame
Dirty Harry catapulted to political fame
Obama Bama Bo Bama
Banana Biden, whoa Mama
Romney-Ryan , hard comma ,
Drama.
Fire and water
Sun obscures Moon
Flaming tornadoes
Fan rich old tycoons
Sucking on lollipops
The crater gets bigger
Still no justice for Treyvon
Killed while being called nigger
Legal abortions
Compete with "legitimate rape"
Get your greedy ass back
To your house on the Cape
Class wars never cease
To amaze or betray us
Tax talk or sex talk
Some don't want to pay up
Hunger and famine multiplying away
Lectures on lifestyle keep fat kids at bay
Crops tended with Round Up
Five servings each day
The idea of hemp hanging on by a thread
As cattle ranch dressing is poured on like lead
Nuclear war heads rest in sleepytime beds
Voices of reason drown by oil hungry heads
M.A.D. way of thinkers
Think they're keeping them beat
While a decade's war ending
Lays down more boots for our feet
Who wins these battles for democracy?
As whirlwinds of rage plot our demise
World leaders drunken with power
Stomp them down / watch them rise
Radicals shout death calls
Religious insanity
While lovers sing peace chants
To invoke more humanity.
~ Spirit Bear 9/21/12
But it's Drugs Gone Wild
Look out for yourself
Every man, woman and child
Children are the victims
Of power struggles and war
History repeating
But who's keeping score?
Flowers tilting their faces to the Sun
Violent flares reach out and grasp more guns
Death by shooting is a common shame
Dirty Harry catapulted to political fame
Obama Bama Bo Bama
Banana Biden, whoa Mama
Romney-Ryan , hard comma ,
Drama.
Fire and water
Sun obscures Moon
Flaming tornadoes
Fan rich old tycoons
Sucking on lollipops
The crater gets bigger
Still no justice for Treyvon
Killed while being called nigger
Legal abortions
Compete with "legitimate rape"
Get your greedy ass back
To your house on the Cape
Class wars never cease
To amaze or betray us
Tax talk or sex talk
Some don't want to pay up
Hunger and famine multiplying away
Lectures on lifestyle keep fat kids at bay
Crops tended with Round Up
Five servings each day
The idea of hemp hanging on by a thread
As cattle ranch dressing is poured on like lead
Nuclear war heads rest in sleepytime beds
Voices of reason drown by oil hungry heads
M.A.D. way of thinkers
Think they're keeping them beat
While a decade's war ending
Lays down more boots for our feet
Who wins these battles for democracy?
As whirlwinds of rage plot our demise
World leaders drunken with power
Stomp them down / watch them rise
Radicals shout death calls
Religious insanity
While lovers sing peace chants
To invoke more humanity.
~ Spirit Bear 9/21/12
Monday, September 3, 2012
Color My World
Sunflowers beaming golden petals
Reaching out to each other
And to spirit
They offer a gaze at the perfect mandala
Nature's gift of intricate beauty
Lies just a glimpse away
Various faces, they each have their own
No two alike
Like people are unique each in their own way
They look towards the sky
Or look at each other
They stand strong and proud
When they're gathered together
Brilliant color surrounds amazing design
Leaves catching their pollens
Like golden fairy dust
Bringing protection and healing
For anyone who sets eyes on them
Can never forget how they feel
A meditation on a grand schematic
Wonder and awe within each flower
Microcosm of the Macrocosmos
Coming into bloom
Or in full regalia
The mighty Sunflowers
Live another season of Love
~ Spirit Bear 9/3/12
(reflection of sunflower photos taken yesterday)
Reaching out to each other
And to spirit
They offer a gaze at the perfect mandala
Nature's gift of intricate beauty
Lies just a glimpse away
Various faces, they each have their own
No two alike
Like people are unique each in their own way
They look towards the sky
Or look at each other
They stand strong and proud
When they're gathered together
Brilliant color surrounds amazing design
Leaves catching their pollens
Like golden fairy dust
Bringing protection and healing
For anyone who sets eyes on them
Can never forget how they feel
A meditation on a grand schematic
Wonder and awe within each flower
Microcosm of the Macrocosmos
Coming into bloom
Or in full regalia
The mighty Sunflowers
Live another season of Love
~ Spirit Bear 9/3/12
(reflection of sunflower photos taken yesterday)
Fighting Shadows
Misty haze hanging over this place
Like the cloudiness in my mind hangs over my face
Violently trying to pierce through the abyss
Can't kill the living who make it like this
Can't rise above what is haunting me
Doing my damnedest to find balance
No rest for the weary
Shadowed days and sleepless nights
Wanting to be peaceful but putting up a fight
Tired of fighting and losing the battle
There's no use. It's futile, so I shake and I rattle
I am the ghost living in this demention
Bowing down to the craziness of ignorant intention
It eats up my spirit and kills my own fire
There is barely a shred left of any desire
Making way for survival yet another long day
Looking forward to moments that feel like play
Few and far between are the lulls
Chaos washes over me like a hollowed out skull
In this long, painful journey of getting it right
Perhaps to return my soul one day to the light
Or come back here to live with different sight
Until then, I'll just keep fighting this fight.
~ Spirit Bear 9/3/12
(Mom grating on my last nerve)
Like the cloudiness in my mind hangs over my face
Violently trying to pierce through the abyss
Can't kill the living who make it like this
Can't rise above what is haunting me
Doing my damnedest to find balance
No rest for the weary
Shadowed days and sleepless nights
Wanting to be peaceful but putting up a fight
Tired of fighting and losing the battle
There's no use. It's futile, so I shake and I rattle
I am the ghost living in this demention
Bowing down to the craziness of ignorant intention
It eats up my spirit and kills my own fire
There is barely a shred left of any desire
Making way for survival yet another long day
Looking forward to moments that feel like play
Few and far between are the lulls
Chaos washes over me like a hollowed out skull
In this long, painful journey of getting it right
Perhaps to return my soul one day to the light
Or come back here to live with different sight
Until then, I'll just keep fighting this fight.
~ Spirit Bear 9/3/12
(Mom grating on my last nerve)
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Mapping the Dream World
Across seemingly familiar lands
In mostly recognized places
Found within are hidden paths
Secret roads
To sacred spaces
Reaching them is like magic
Hidden knowledge
Unique landscapes
Buildings and constructs
Not visible in our parallel 'reality'
Yet somehow I am there again
After many many years sometimes
Finding my way through the hidden access
Like a back stage pass to special places
Shared only with a few others
Animals of the dreaming kind may appear
As gifts or beautiful objects are uncovered
Views to beautiful shapes and scenes
Of this beautiful Earth and its hidden treasures
Secret maps somehow navigated from memory
Is this place callling me to visit?
Or am I needing to be there once again? Which is it?
Each layer of recollection solidifies the layout in my mind
Mesmerized looking back on the dream
Like looking at maps that exist on another plane
Discovering and rediscovering what's really there
Seeing and feeling parallel places
And their different ways of existing within
A turn here, a road there
Never knowing when I will go where
Effortless is the navigation
Blue prints of the mind's labyrinth
Instilled deep within the memory
It leaves me amazed in the morning
Knowing I may journey there again some day
To those familiar secret roads and turns
When I'm Mapping the Dream World
~ Spirit Bear 8/28/12 (dream based)
In mostly recognized places
Found within are hidden paths
Secret roads
To sacred spaces
Reaching them is like magic
Hidden knowledge
Unique landscapes
Buildings and constructs
Not visible in our parallel 'reality'
Yet somehow I am there again
After many many years sometimes
Finding my way through the hidden access
Like a back stage pass to special places
Shared only with a few others
Animals of the dreaming kind may appear
As gifts or beautiful objects are uncovered
Views to beautiful shapes and scenes
Of this beautiful Earth and its hidden treasures
Secret maps somehow navigated from memory
Is this place callling me to visit?
Or am I needing to be there once again? Which is it?
Each layer of recollection solidifies the layout in my mind
Mesmerized looking back on the dream
Like looking at maps that exist on another plane
Discovering and rediscovering what's really there
Seeing and feeling parallel places
And their different ways of existing within
A turn here, a road there
Never knowing when I will go where
Effortless is the navigation
Blue prints of the mind's labyrinth
Instilled deep within the memory
It leaves me amazed in the morning
Knowing I may journey there again some day
To those familiar secret roads and turns
When I'm Mapping the Dream World
~ Spirit Bear 8/28/12 (dream based)
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Butterfly Wind
Venturing out into the late summer wilderness
Through the overgrown plants and gnat filled, humid air
Side stepping the night crawlers thick with blood
Still roaming their grounds under a shady canopy
The Sun has not reached their damp home beneath my feet
Preparing my body for the season of rythmic walking
Looking down at the water which does not know the season
And looking upward at myriad butterflies who do
Yellow, Blue, Orange spotted, big ones, small ones
They climb to the level of fire and air to feed
Using all their energy, alight on tops of flowering weeds
My breath is heavy from lack of use and the dampness
Still, I want to complete the smaller loop
Today is the first day of the rest of my Autumn walks
And despite the tightness in my chest
I am reconnected in my legs and feet, and in my spirit
On my return, I stop in the open space along the fields
A comforting wind has steadily entered my world
And swiftly, yet gently caresses every part of me
My face to the Sun who has now illumined everything
And adjusted the air quality to dry and beautiful
I stand, soaking up the brilliant rays on my face
As a blue-black swallowtail selects my chest to rest upon
Laughing, I continue on the sunlit path
And as my left toes make touch down in a certain spot
A flurry of small white butterflies come swirling upward
Dancing around me in a spiral that feels like a celebration
I stand still as they flutter in every direction of my aura
Above, below, beside, in front and in back of me
I feel a lightness come over my spirit
Like their delicate dancing wings, cleansing me
And I breathe easy in a whole new way
They are taken away on a swift breeze
Leaving me enveloped now in a swirling wind
Which also spirals around me and through me
Golden again
Lighter
Inspired
Free
In the Butterfly Wind
~ Spirit Bear 8/21/12 (after a noon walk at White Clay)
Through the overgrown plants and gnat filled, humid air
Side stepping the night crawlers thick with blood
Still roaming their grounds under a shady canopy
The Sun has not reached their damp home beneath my feet
Preparing my body for the season of rythmic walking
Looking down at the water which does not know the season
And looking upward at myriad butterflies who do
Yellow, Blue, Orange spotted, big ones, small ones
They climb to the level of fire and air to feed
Using all their energy, alight on tops of flowering weeds
My breath is heavy from lack of use and the dampness
Still, I want to complete the smaller loop
Today is the first day of the rest of my Autumn walks
And despite the tightness in my chest
I am reconnected in my legs and feet, and in my spirit
On my return, I stop in the open space along the fields
A comforting wind has steadily entered my world
And swiftly, yet gently caresses every part of me
My face to the Sun who has now illumined everything
And adjusted the air quality to dry and beautiful
I stand, soaking up the brilliant rays on my face
As a blue-black swallowtail selects my chest to rest upon
Laughing, I continue on the sunlit path
And as my left toes make touch down in a certain spot
A flurry of small white butterflies come swirling upward
Dancing around me in a spiral that feels like a celebration
I stand still as they flutter in every direction of my aura
Above, below, beside, in front and in back of me
I feel a lightness come over my spirit
Like their delicate dancing wings, cleansing me
And I breathe easy in a whole new way
They are taken away on a swift breeze
Leaving me enveloped now in a swirling wind
Which also spirals around me and through me
Golden again
Lighter
Inspired
Free
In the Butterfly Wind
~ Spirit Bear 8/21/12 (after a noon walk at White Clay)
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