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Burly Bear Follows Buzzing Bee

Honey Bear, I would like to say goodbye and would appreciate your reply. Where are you going? I am going to sing farewell before my minute hand wears out. Already, yet I hoped you might first learn to dance hello. Yes, so I too presumed, yet in epiphanies of dawn’s delight dancing hello toward Earth’s light follows learning to sing night’s lullaby enduring dusk's darkening evaporation of bright transparent regeneration. I would like to sing farewell not sure whether we will ever find time for another healthy hello, good mourning death’s surprising pass right through our daily hello-goodbye liturgies of BusinessAsUsual love. Just once before either of us further dies and lies within Earth's sacred skin, I would like us to learn to sing farewell to our dusky love’s evaporating celebration, multicolored disincarnation, wildflower struggling together dissonance within Earth's MultiTribal Solidarity. With this pearl of our shared memory how much brighter next time’s dawn. Better than whole wheat pancakes with strawberries and butter and maple syrup springs of wildflower bee songs? Breaking night time’s fast with love’s echoing farewell lullaby warming daylight’s first embryonic memory, spreading farewell liturgies like warm apple butter throughout love’s remembering twilight day. You would have your farewell pearl with breakfast too. I would sing farewell not knowing we will have another day to dance our hellos of gratitude for love syrup warmly given exchanged transforming sacred memories of EarthTribe’s struggling mutual light within, dancing and singing tender humored and raving raven memories fading back to our first eyes greeting. You were redhead magnificent and bright as nuclear light, yet not sure you had enough to share with all my dark bear ways. And you still growl your raw reviews about light’s honey lacking as yours and ours and cubs who have never learned to dance a dignified hello much less sing a well-timed farewell lullaby, softly fading into some other household’s light of their own healthy making. Stars have never sung the same since they first twinkled through your RedLight hungry eyes. Moon heart glows full color harmonics to know your quiet delight, teasing might, sharing your monopoly of wild investments in GrandMothers’ flowing afrocultured light. Too seldom has sailed our full octave light and dualdark racing pilgrimage through transgenerational childhood brights and fights, embracing dawns, effacing dawns together. Honey Bee, I love to sing farewell struggling harmony while slow dancing our mutually gratuitous hello-farewell, folding and unfolding eco-memory flying fling YangBear/YinBee soul-dancing, Tipping PolyPoints of Light/DualDark MindBody.

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Date: 4/17/2016 12:50:00 PM
I enjoyed your long poem.It is an exotical story about life in which anybody need a Teddy /Embrace. It has its inner philosophy and concrete experience we all may find a drop of wisdom from.Best regards. I imagine myself dancing with Baloo and singing about Big Necessity. A real Big necessity is exchanging verses and tales/myths from soul to soul not by cellular and net but face-to-face, o forgotten mirror.
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Gerald Dillenbeck
Date: 4/17/2016 2:15:00 PM
Thanks much for your warm visit.