Bear Dance

  To the Bear

It’s raining! It’ll be a good Bear Dance
I arrive dripping wet , seeking solace
under drenched pines

smoke drifts from the old fire pit as
soft drums mingle with low laughter
jingle jingle and swish of feathers,
the dancers prepare for the moment

Sun’s great paws
welcomes all

Bear Man meets

‘He’s coming out!
He’s coming out!

We need this beautiful day
We just want to feel good.
This is a beautiful day!’

-- Vivian Olds
fruit of union

an unseen mesh holds us together.
of this we are aware at various times to varying degrees.
when we are: our hearts open:

mothers nursing babies; fathers lifting children;
lovers in arms; mentors with protégés;
teammates on the field; citizens proactive;
peacemakers taking on the suffering of others;
nurses on the ward; cooks prepping;
novelers novelling; scientists observing;
astronauts and cosmonauts in orbit;
children playing; musicians and instruments;
actors and audiences; readers and authors;
intellectuals in study; gardeners reaping;
teachers and students; divers over a reef;
connoisseurs musing; artists before canvas palettes in hand;
birdwatchers in the blind; mountain climbers at the peak;
poets wordsmithing; skydivers in free fall;
sages being; grandparents spoiling;
meditators sitting.

on that unseen mesh (like the hands of god)
beyond molecules and physics
within the fabric of nature
on the platform of life
at the intersection of souls
love-sparks fly.

love is the fruit of union
-- James Phoenix