with a bear's heart
with a bear's heart
I stand
as my breath rolls carefree
into the valley
with a bear's heart I lean
into a cauldron of blue
where the trees fail
and the stones glisten
with a bear's heart I reach
into the golden sand of the sky
stirring until it melts
beyond shadows, into the scent of stars
I stand
as my breath rolls carefree
into the valley
with a bear's heart I lean
into a cauldron of blue
where the trees fail
and the stones glisten
with a bear's heart I reach
into the golden sand of the sky
stirring until it melts
beyond shadows, into the scent of stars
posted by Yes at 12:32 AM
1 Comments:
This is is so mystical. It affects me similarly to your earlier peice, To Drink. I feel the magic of it, a natural magic of an earth tradition, like the native americans, the africans, the celts. I especially like the image of stirring the sky, and the scent of the stars.
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