The mighty grizzly bear
Waiting by the waterfall
Watching the crashing waves
Listening to their mystic moves
The first salmon leaps,
Just to make sure it doesn’t run into a famished bear
It’s mind panics, as it realizes what is happening
The bear’s mouth widens
And clamps down its jaws
Satisfied with his dinner, but wanting much more.

The wolf cries out from above
Depending on the moonlight to show her the path
She’s drifting away, too tired.
But remembers she needs to feed her cubs
She lurks in between black spruce trees
Her sons, closely following behind.
The creatures of the night watch where they run
Making sure they don’t catch the attention of death.
Though she doesn’t realize, the scampering rabbit
Just two feet in front of her
The rabbit is lucky enough to have a snow white coat
To blend into god’s blanket, laid across the land.
Mother wolf isn’t so blessed, for tonight is one more night
Her cubs will have to go unfed.

The eagle
Mastering the art of flying
Swimming in the skies
Looking for a tree, too perfect to live
Skimming the land
Just the perfect tree is all he needs
To sleep on tonight
For the sun is coming down
And moon is rising up
The stars become visible
The eagle is getting worried
But finally, he finds a tree
Swings down and places its claws onto a branch
So peaceful, listening to the wolf’s howl
Like the theme song to his life.
Unlike the “woof” that the same animal makes
It pierces his ears, the eagle loathes it.
Finally asleep, eyes closed.
Dreaming is his favorite thing
A television for his mind.

Perhaps instead of expecting things
Expecting everything to end the way you think,
It is better to leave them to the unknown.
To leave them empty so as you travel,
As you evolve…
And the pages will follow.

Through the sun speckled forest up the mountain
Lies the beautiful and the rich.
The one that realizes the truth in the universe,
The truth in god and everything holy.
The truth that he embraces...
The truth that nothing really matters.
That from suffering comes compassion,
That from selfish beings comes selflessness.
Without love,
There would be no truth.

Two parasites back at it again,
History repeats itself as it nears its end.
The beating eyes of the hungry people will crumble,
In all the pages of our textbooks artificial mumble.

They type and they write
And they shout and they fight.
You scream and you cry
And they laugh while you die.

No puede ser posible
Conectar con algo tan inanimado como un libro.
No puede ser posible
Sentir tan cerca con alguien que no conoces.
No puede ser posible
Estar con el pueblo cuando nunca fuiste.
Pero es.

Oh black bear,
prowling along the soft sweet forest floor.
You look at me without expression.
You look at me like I'm just like you.
When in reality...
I am.

He walks the earth for twenty nine years.
Never knowing what he is doing,
Never thinking of what is,
But only of what is to come.
What is he?
What does he want?
Does it even matter?