The Bear of Sacred Fire Out of the velvet dark, The Bear appears— painted in flame, crowned in feathers of the unseen. His eyes hold galaxies. quiet and endless, as if the ancestors left their prayers inside his gaze. A mark of spirit rests upon his brow, The third door is opening where fear dissolves. He is not only strong— He is remembrance. He is the heartbeat of the forest before words were born. Around him, colors move like songs. each feather a message, Each shadow a blessing. Stand before him and you will feel it: You are protected. You are guided. You are never walking alone through the night. The Bear does not roar— He listens. And in that silence, The soul returns home.