To my friends, the polar bears

A gentle whisper’s running through the arctic;
timeless, yet in time.

A calming drone’s pulsating in the arctic.
Wisdom of the whales.

A song is floating all across the arctic;
transferring back to good:
Life of all.

A whirling wind meanders through the arctic,
in and out of time –
fabric of the aeons, and their heart.

A tender breathing washes through the arctic.
Prophets ride auroras.

Eternal voices sing life in the arctic,
transforming stillness:

A whisper wavers through the arctic.
Stillness in motion.
All is well.


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