Little Bear

We Are All One

Month: March, 2014

columbus

And I would unfurl
on my very own cloud,
and beyond the four corners
of this pancake flat earth,
that we now know is round
drift away from a world
that frightens me, it being,
too divided and too proud

And in my dreaming
and walk-about tales,
from here to the moon,
I would set sail
on my hastily carved cloud
with silken torn sails
a warrior princess
and a bear called Toby
steering our dreamy little ship,
to where the west winds prevail.

And Toby decked out
in black captains hat
and tightly knit curls
he navigates our way
from here to the moon
floating, around the sun
torn sails, gleaming and a flutter
warming, my soul
seeing, the world from afar
pulsing energy,
unfurled, conjoined and un-bordered
and remembering,

We are all one.

Little bear x

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hyacinth

Autumn leaves
do as you please
“Snow Falling on Cedars”
– I never could read –
twisted fate
brittle, cackle, laughter.

A cup of hot lemon
grass,
it smells sweeter
cut in the spring,
no more fire wood
gone now,
is the silence of winter.

Deep in the shallows
you waddle and totter,
chubby little arms and legs,
the air dances with your laughter;
a bonnet on your head
protected from the rays,
hot days drawn out
this,
is our Australian summer.

Memories will spawn
a lifetime of stories ahead-
riding on the back of the car
long gravel drive,
frenzied sheep,
dusty haze,
running to open the gate,
one,
after another.

Little Bear x

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