Ursa Major

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If God were a mother bear

My mother bear

And all the earth were her cubs

I would throw my arms around her girth

Press my face against her fur

I would feel her breath wrap itself around me

And she would comfort me.

If I listened to the strong beat of her heart,

My ear melting into her chest

My heart would start beating with hers

Until I loved all the earth like my own cubs

And being

Breathing

Heart beating

Would be enough

 

Photo by Karin Jonsson