“You think you weathered the winter well”

Said the bear to the yogi

“What is winter?” replied the sage

Apparently oblivious to seasons.

But of course, the old fellow had a response

And knew of the polar tilt

And the angle of the sun's rays

On the hemispheres & such

But questioned the question-

Namely, that there is something to be

weathered

And whether that is a worthy thought.

The bear edged a bit closer-

Wanted, to hear himself think

And through the yogi

He recalled his winter dream

Wherein he was floating

On a vast inland sea

With seals swimming by

Begging to be eaten

And yet, old wise bear, refused

Citing his Buddhist nature.

But the seals felt rejected

And refused to swim away

Until the bear had chosen a meal

And consummated the act

So bear looked around

And found no worthy meal-

Refusing seal blubber

And preferring to be reviled.

Eventually all the seals swam, away

And bear was left hungry

But ready to be a yogi.