High Bear Nation....for Amy

 

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Awakening from my long, slumbered safe... soulful hibernation

I am freeborn once again to wander the wonder of my

High Bear Nation

 

Sun on my shoulders now slender and weak

I am off for the sprouts of the Spring my belly seeks

Nourish my body, feed my soul

I am in my High Bear Nation

Home on my mountain

High and majestic

Touching the clouds that I dreamed of

in my slumber deep

'Hello, brother clouds"

"Hello meadow, valley and peaks"

"Hello world"

 

Feeling, smelling the fertile funk of Gaia's wakening

as well

She and I are souls connected

She housed me inside her again this winter

"It feels good to be awake, Mama......

what's for breakfast?"

 

She answers...."All of this is your table, my daughter bear"

"Feast with your eyes, your soul, fill your belly"

 

"Yes, but I have a stop to make first, Mother"

 

As I saunter up the foot hill, still weak

I find the friend my soul does seek

My wise friend, the mighty pine tree with her fringed fingers

Waiting to touch me again

Wanting to run, but too weak, I take my time in witnessing her

Gentle tears of reunion rising in my eyes

As she patiently waits in the perfect stillness of the breeze now

She stands tall and proud

 

Meeting her touch, we sing that song we always do in the newness

of Spring

"Aho, my friend...no longer alone, we are together again"

We sit and talk as she shares her Winter stories

and I tell her of my dreams in my den deep

We are once again touching

Here in my

High Bear Nation

in the Springtime of our time...

two-gether