Self is a flower

Self is a flower

Sunday, 21 December 2014

The song of the white bear - A Winter´ Solstice poem

His love shows up tonight in dark indigo 
the way the darkness makes stars
more visible as light
he lies around me
the black den around
the white bear
But if he´s a piece of rock
we change the roles
I cover him as snow
I don´t make fire and I do not celebrate
just thinking about this black and white
accomplishing each other
is my third eyes pine tree
Where being is found
in two-sided reaching
the present roars.

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