Gray sweeping clouds
pass over the rain soaked land,
carrying ocean’s gift
to the high mountains.
Winter takes hold these long nights
while bear sleeps in his cave.
We carry on above ground,
displaying our flags
and assured opinions
as if what seems solid
will not pass in time’s river
or dissolve in the great sea.
For now I’ll join bear
with an eye to the moving clouds
and the star wheel when it appears,
letting my mind drift
with the soft snoring of an animal
beneath the earth.
Ocean’s gift to the high mountains, soft snoring animal. I love how you persistently explore your/our relationship with the natural world (which is, after all, the only world we know of).
Perspective on the antics of mankind. A place of rest in the midst of it all. Thanks Don!
Interesting poem Don. Through our natural ways of living, may we learn to be a gift to bear and friends, even as bear is a gift to us.
Our “assured opinions…pass in time’s river…dissolve in the great sea” of consciousness. Nothing is solid. You say so much in just a few words. The image of the “soft snoring animal” reminds me how the breath of life sustains us even as we sleep. Thank you my brother.
It is also in dark Winter’s cave the feminine gives birth to that which will come forth in Spring. I, too, choose to wait with bear in the midst of humanity’s uproar and finger-pointing and know the ephemeral nature of it all. What comfort lies in this choice to trust Nature’s rhythms and to honor the solace of the cave of the heart.
Thank you.
Let us not be distracted–not even for a moment. Mom knows her 4-month twins arrived for their own higher purpose. My own higher purpose requires full attention.
Beautiful, Don.
I feel a great sense of peace with this lovely poem. Thank you, Don.
I too will join bear…with an eye to the star wheel.
How beautifully you speak our essences.