What’s the Bear Say?
(a poem of whimsical mindfulness)
In the hush before dawn where the pine trees lean,
Where mist tiptoes soft on a forest unseen,
The Bear stirs slow with a heart so wide—
And says, “Feel the breath of the mountains inside.”
He rumbles through moss with paws full of grace,
Honey-glazed sunlight warm on his face.
“Be where your paws are,” he murmurs low,
“No need to chase what you already know.”
The river giggles secrets to stone and sand,
And Bear cups the silence in his gentle hand.
“Trust the stillness,” he hums with a blink,
“The answer is always beneath the first think.”
Through lavender fog and birch-bark dreams,
He whispers, “Life’s softer than it seems—
Taste the berries, feel the breeze,
Fall in love with simple trees.”
“Growl when needed, nap when tired,
Be wildly kind and soul-inspired.
Scratch your back against life’s rough bark,
And listen for joy in the song of the lark.”
So when the world gets tangled and tight,
Close your eyes and turn toward light.
And ask your heart—just stop and stay—
“What’s the Bear say?”
He’ll smile like dawn with a sleepy grin:
“Everything you seek is already within.”
-Bearz