I watched a documentary featuring bears.
Mother bear and her baby were taking honey
From a hive. The bees paid no attention to them.
Could it be that the bees had no will to condemn
The bears maybe because the bees had quite plenty
Not minding that the hungry bears took what was theirs?

As the bears lapped up honey they got honey all
Over themselves, so mama bear started licking
Baby bear. Then I wondered if the mother bear
Loved her baby or the honey. Did the bear care
More about one than the other? Is nitpicking
The issue really worth it? Are these questions small?

Last night I had a dream about these bears and me.
In it I was that baby bear. I felt profound
Love for me from my mother. I experienced
Nothing like this. This natural love she dispensed
Echoes throughout the universe and it’s unbound.
It’s how everything in existence came to be.

Sometimes I don’t allow the love in because I
Have chosen to take in all the terrible news
Then I think that love isn’t the powerful force
It’s made out to be. This is fallacious of course.
In each moment I have the wherewithal to choose
Love over fear and hatred. Love I can’t deny.