Dinner-date With God

The Mind is addicted to forms,
& worrying about things over which it has no control…
while the Soul can be found tugging on the Heart’s shirt sleeve
to whisper this secret in your ear:
~there is an undiscovered universe in here~
but the Mind doesn’t listen,
only tears itself apart
searching for tangible tenderness in imaginary truths.
Listen, if you let it,
your Mind will crawl through city sewers
of waste-filled-thought
looking for Meaning in the least likely of places
& then climb back in bed still covered in grime-&-guilt,
without a care for your precious clean Pure-Love
which has been softly dreaming within…
waiting to be awoke with a kiss
from the most pristine lips of utter Awareness.
Why keep your devotion hidden under a mattress
in a part of you that has the word ~Private~ posted
next to a sign that reads: Keep Out!
Why keep your divine gifts locked away in a dark room of neglect,
half-starved from being unshared…
don’t you know dreams die like that?!
Why keep following the child of your Mind
into haunted alleys full of fear,
when your Spirit has a dinner-date to commune with God…
let your innocent-thoughts run free
upon the playgrounds of this poetry,
while the Nameless part of you makes love to Source
in a bed of stars under covers of clouds.
Stop holding your heart hostage with talk of separation…
tortuously withholding your touch
when the Lover offers you her tenderest & most sacred parts
in Prayer,
whispering this light in your ear:
~come Dear-One, come…
there is an unexplored universe in here~





The Kissing-Christ

We’re born ‘loaded’
& become poverty stricken through neglect,
God gives each of her Beloved’s surprise custom-hand-made gifts,
in the form of a Soul full of color & Light!
Existence is an opportunity for artistic expression,
each moment, an invitation for creation,
in which, God is eagerly rubbing her hands together
in excited anticipation saying:
~Come on Dearest, open yourself up, & let’s see what you’ve got!~
If you never look Within,
how will you ever discover Who & What you really are?
Unwrap your Soul of the paper-thin illusion
separating you from the One…
just tear right through all the hesitation & small-talk today
that keeps you running in semantic-circles
second-guessing what name to call God,
rip off the ribbons like reasons for letting go of Love’s leash,
so that the world may know the Light of your presence as Laughter.
But listen, God’s gifts are set to multiply once you’ve been opened…
& the only way to stay poor in this insane-love-game with God,
is to Not give away
your most precious parts of the Present
to someone in need.
Give your devotion away my Dear,
give it all away for free,
without a thought of ever needing to get more in return.
For, why ransom cups-of-compassion to your most honored guests,
when there is an infinite well always overflowing in your Heart’s basement?
Enough holy-wine for the whole hurting world
to have communion with the Kissing-Christ of your heart!
So now my Dear, take the Truth of these words
& let Dreaming-Bear’s verse be the poetry
that opens up your Soul’s pockets,
& give Give, give!
this dry-world a drink
from the divine-depths
of your own gifted Soul.




That Holy-Weeping-Altar


Here we are again,
waiting for a moment that has just passed…
come Dear-One, let me be your trembling-servant,
let me bow at your presence
& kiss that holy-weeping-altar
you call your own two feet.
Let me offer prayers & poems
upon the holy-ground of your Heart,
while I bring you bowls full of Light
to fill your Soul’s growling belly…
& wine-jugs overflowing with fermented-Laughter
to help swallow the moment down.
Conscious-creative-conversation
will become our daily holy communion…
the tender embrace & heartfelt kiss
will be our continual sacrificial offering,
we’ll let each other’s tenderness be our sweetest sacrament.
Your tears are my holy-water,
your pain purifies these words…
& I come late at night to your bedside
to decorate your dreams with oversized candid-snapshots
of God dancing in your honor,
& upon Your very tongue!
As if to say:
don’t you know the Beloved inhabits our every sacred-breath!
You may not realize it yet,
but at this very moment there is an entire tribe of angels
soaking in hot-springs in your navel…
they’ve disrobed their reverence
& whisper crazed-love poems
about their most intimate encounters with the Lover
through listening to prayers you once uttered
in your sleep as a child.

Here I am again,
pouring drops of the rainbow into the open wounds
of your sweet-tender (but still bleeding) heart…
wanting to so playfully remind you that all of God’s attributes
are sleeping within you, like children of Light
whose favorite form of nourishment is the nearness of your breath
against the Lover’s softly-smiling cheek in Prayer.
Come Pure-One, come look into the mirror of Truth
& see your reflection in the eyes of Existence,
see yourself as you actually are,
a living embodiment of the Friend,
& then you will know why…
why Dreaming-Bear longs to be your trembling-servant,
longs so eagerly to bow at your presence
& kiss that holy-weeping-altar
you call your own two feet.





The Locker-Room Talk of Angels


In the locker-room talk of angels,
there is intense ‘buzz’ over your evolution into ecstasy…
of your becoming a love-sick-lunatic
who knows only one word:
~Source~
The wind does a dervish in your ear
& whispers hand written love-songs
which the Beloved hasn’t been able to stop singing
since the moment you arrived in her Imagination’s hallway…
which stretches forever in every dimension of space & time.
The Sun does somersaults parallel to the Moon,
cart-wheeling their way around the Earth…
in honor of your arrival at awareness,
& whole galaxies of stars fall from their cradle in the night,
leaning over the edge of existence
to catch a glimpse of the Perfect-One
whose beauty has expressed Itself as a living Poem in You.

Subatomic particles are having a party,
& inviting every single cell, atom, & molecule
in the entire universe to join in!
What’s the occasion?
YOU my Dear,
you are the reason for all this heavenly-madness…
you are the reason that Light keeps disappearing
into the Darkness of one of God’s many wombs,
a pilgrimage of sentience & starlight
into the Black-Hole of our birth
for a rendezvous with recognition,
to become rearticulated in the Present
as the ~event-horizon~
of your own glowing Gypsy-Soul.

This poem is my prayer-carpet,
these words are me bowing towards your approaching presence,
like Saints bow towards the rising Sun.
For if all the locker-room talk of angels is true,
you & I, & everything else in existence
have been invited as Heaven’s honored guests
to attend the royal all-you-can-eat buffet
where the main course being served
is a million different kinds of Light,
& all beings drink God by the barrels-full!

Yes Dear-One its true,
we are the winning ticket of Oneness!
We’ve won the great cosmic lottery of Love,
when the Beloved pulled our names
from her dark satin bag full of stars…
& slowly spelled out each sacred syllable,
while the Universe dangled breathless, in suspenseful silence,
upon the brink of bursting into rapturous applause.
Come my Sweet, for the Moment has finally arrived,
for us to trade in our lifetime’s collection of tears,
our elaborate masterpieces of suffering,
our massive stockpiles of sadness,
time to forsake our flirtatious addictions to insecurity & fear,
& take our place in the Sky
seated upon clouds,
between the Sun & Moon,
holding hands with Love,
& playing ‘footsy’ with Freedom
as we softly become One
with the wind.


(© 2007 Copyright)

from: Wild Love ~Kissed into Consciousness~

By Dreaming-Bear Kanaan

Come Dear-one, rediscover your passion & innocence, fall soul over senses in-love with the holy bewilderment of Life, in-love with the Moment, in-love with Source

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