I allow my sorrow to deepen, when bear comes into my dreams
A young native woman brought him,
Like a shadowy hand of a dream. . . so many deaths
They whisper:
He is the one who takes you down.
He brings new forms and premonitions.
He is the element of fire in the seed, the spark within the stone.
And the branches of her hair extend like wild roots.
I look straight into the eyes of a dancing bear.
Who is wanting to dance with me.
I am hesitant and fearful of his large black, bear body.