The Bear and the Sun<\/p>\n
Ten years and no troubles. One close shave, but no troubles. Admittedly, lonely years, but no troubles. Then, one dance later, and I am up to my ears in it: trouble of my own making. But so you know, if the gods allow, yet I would do that dance again, and again, and again.<\/p>\n
I am the Bear. Awakening from the long hibernation, I should have been more careful. For the eagerness of new things to be seen, to be experienced; not coupled with care; is a sure recipe for disaster. The hunger, though it exists, is not as bad as one feels it. The desire, though it is real, needs to be explored cautiously. I looked up at the Sun and saw it was young and new. Strong and bright. Beautiful. And for a moment, I thought it shined only for me. But I was mistaken. I thought that the gods had finally opened their ears, heard my suplications, looked down upon the earth, seen my upturned face, and cast their blessings with the changing seasons to rest upon my weary brow and quicken my sluggish gait. But I was mistaken. The gods are just as feckless as the mortals that pay them obeisance. For though you shed a thousand tears, what is that to the gods? Who have fiddled with men\u2019s destinies and drunk mortal blood of both the faithful and the faithless alike. Therefore, just as once before, standing by my lonesome self, \u201chere I am.\u201d<\/p>\n
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The Bear and The Sun<\/p>\n
I did not know it
\nThat I was the bear
\nI had slumbered deep within the earth for as long as I can remember
\nNot even the little ones that danced under the starry skies
\nMaking music fit for gods
\nCould wake me from my fitful sleep<\/p>\n
But seasons change
\nAnd time goes by
\nThe Sun came out
\nYoung and new
\nAnd cast its light where shadows hide
\nSo I awoke
\nAnd basked in its warmth<\/p>\n
The seasons rolled by once again
\nAnd I would not shut my eyes in sleep
\nI wanted the Sun for myself
\nI did not care if it shed its rays on others
\nI wanted it in my little hole
\nDeep within the frozen ground<\/p>\n
But the sun cannot be held
\nExcept it so desires
\nIts brilliance dazzles the mind
\nWhen it wends its way across the skies
\nEvening will find it in repose wherever it chose<\/p>\n
So I will retreat again
\nAnd dream of the Sun
\nShining bright up in the sky
\nDazzling rich and pauper alike
\nJust beyond reach
\nBut quickening mere mortal men\u2019s breathes across the land<\/p>\n
Maybe the seasons will change again
\nAnd it will once more shed its light
\nAnd warmth to stir my drowsy limbs<\/p>\n
Perchance it will come to stay
\nAnd shine its light upon my lonely brow
\nAnd cause a smile
\nThat has not drawn my lips
\nNor stretched my face
\nFor many a winter\u2019s night<\/p>\n
I want the Sun . . .<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The Bear and the Sun Ten years and no troubles. One close shave, but no troubles. Admittedly, lonely years, but no troubles. Then, one dance later, and I am up to my ears in it: trouble of my own making. … Continue reading