Dreaming-Bear Speaks Blog

Finding Your Smile Again

Dreaming-Bear — Mon, 26 Nov 2007 13:12:36 GMT

In a world of Oneness there is no such thing as inequality… like a lush for Love I always keep a keg of stars on tap for you & will often pour out glasses of galaxies for wayward travelers as the Beloved squeezes the last drops of liquid light from the tender smile of the sun. Right now I am spoon-feeding you baby bites of full-on-ness as we ride the sparkling waves along this ocean of understanding. I see you’ve dropped your smile again, let Dreaming-Bear dust it off for you & re-adorn that masterpiece of magnificence upon the soft walls of this worlds joy, because I’ve been told by more than one recently mended heart, that when you pull back the blushing red curtain of your lips to reveal that choir of teeth all dressed in white & dancing so playfully upon the altar of your tongue, it gives the shattered soul a reason to rise & be whole again. A new day is dawning within you as a living opportunity to be happy & carefree. Let yourself be playfully innocent without having to be spiritually or politically correct. I want only for your heart to be happy, & I know it will be once you reach within & gently untie your wings. No matter what brand of religion you’ve experimented with or what kinds of social contracts you’ve agreed to, few things in this incarnation are as sacred & dear as a sweet tender kiss & wild holy laughter! Yet somewhere between history & herstory there is still room for tears rolling like a quiet warm waterfall down the softly smiling cheek of innocence. It doesn’t matter what the rest of the world thinks of you or of how much pain you’ve managed to store up in that dark secret unnamable place, for this sea of tears will soon turn into sweet living waters once you take a drink of the milk & honey of your own capacity for self recreation. If you embrace me in this poetry our heartbeats will become our own private drum circle, & you will soon discover in the secret chambers of my heart a golden enchanted door which on you can enter, upon it is written a jeweled inscription which reads: There is always peace when we learn to love each other & ourselves without shame. If you knock there, wanting to come inside the door will open to reveal that you already are & always have been softly dreaming within me. In a world of seeming separation there will always be the illusion of pain in the form of fears & anxieties about never quite being enough, but learn to let your heart become a love factory that is always recycling broken dreams & misplaced identities of “being somebody” into a treasure chest of forgiveness in the form of forgetting those lifetime achievement awards for fitting in, & following all the rules, corralling your wild untamed consciousness from the infinite frontier landscapes of its unbounded nature, to being confined in a royal cage whose confines you call your personality & mind. Stop being so hard on yourself, you’re not perfect & you never will be, & even if you were someone somewhere in this world would still find a so-called good reason to criticize your greatness with words of being small. So let your heart be free & come fly with me upon the phoenix wings, & let’s dissolve together completely into that conscious cloud of kisses that is always saying what every heart & soul longs & needs to hear most, words of: welcome home sweet angel, welcome home.

Let’s Shake the Foundations of Existence

Dreaming-Bear — Sun, 08 Jul 2007 09:47:46 GMT

It’s about knowing who you really are in your highest potential, & having the courage to allow yourself to be the living embodiment, as the truest form of self-expression. Your heart is free, the only question is: do you have the willingness to follow your soul into the unknown? If you stick only to the prescribed paths of your predecessors, then you will achieve in consciousness & understanding only what they have to offer. If somewhere along the way you should grow weary of FOLLOWING, then leave the preset paths of the patriarchs & go in search of that something MORE your spirit has been yearning for! Slip into the shadows of solitude, & waiting for you in that authentic place will be the radiant light essence of your own glowing soul. In the end, if excuses & fear keep you from being who & what you REALLY are; then you deny yourself expansion into deeper Divinity. If however, you surrender to the pure POSSIBILITY of what the full dimensional expression of YOU represents, then you will be as LIMITLESS as the Great Mystery becoming an Infinite Discovery! It is a pathless path that leads past the illusions of duality & separation. Rise now, breathe deep, & tell me that you can FEEL whole galaxies being born between your breath & heartbeat. When you’re not tempted to fit-in or role-play for society, you discover who you truly are & your place in this kissing contest with the cosmos. There is no quick fix solution for forgiveness, no twelve-step program for becoming non-judgmental, it is a life long intention to be loving & kind that saves us in the end, because in our tenderness is the world’s salvation. Long after those last ditch efforts at “greatness” fade into the forgotten, compassion will still be seeking its articulation through you. We are Love at our essence, & embodiment through inspired action is the simplest & most revolutionary route to our highest Divine calling. Your heart is a child running free across an unending oasis of expectation-defying beauty. Look beneath that pile of putting-things-off, & you will find wings buried & forgotten by your innocence. You can BE the conduit of your own re-creation, there is no time but NOW, & the moment keeps softly saying, “Shine my dear! Shine like the sweetest angel of light in the darkness of a world feeling hurt & alone.” We have been given the very power to co-author reality as we see fit! Be unashamedly YOU, & let’s shake the very foundations of existence together! (© 2007 Copyright) from: Wild Love ~Kissed into Consciousness~ By Dreaming-Bear Kanaan Come Dear-one, Join me in the intention to inspire every atom, molecule, & cell in existence to rise together in Love! 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. to purchase or browse through this book go to this link: http://sweetangeloflight.com/ www.myspace.com/dreamingbearmusic

I feel you!

Dreaming-Bear — Thu, 14 Jun 2007 09:41:11 GMT

When all the world around you rages, & the worst of what you have imagined comes true… when every back turns, & every eye fails to meet yours, even if you are being lied about, & your name dragged through the city sewers do not walk then in disgrace Pure-Ones… but hold your head high & look towards Spirit for companionship. In a wordless language, Spirit says, “I am here, even in your most sorrowful secret sufferings…” Even now these words are mending your wound-weary soul, let Spirit’s love lead you home, where the smiles are as sincere & meaningful as Grandmother’s hugs, as holy as lovers lips parted in a kiss of sweet tender affections, as unashamed & guilt-free as tears falling from innocent eyes. Out there in the void, those man-made streets of steel & concrete… there are tragedies that even tears cannot describe, but none so great a mistake as the cruelty of not caring. Listen with your heart Pure-One, & know that Spirit is with you in every rise & fall of breath, in every joy & sorrow, every laughter & pain that goes unnoticed… Spirit says, “We’re all broken, just in different ways… & this is how we mend.” To care for the one who seeks to tear you down, to offer honest heartfelt prayers for the one who longs for your destruction… to ask with all your being that they be blessed by the Great Oneness, & to know in the end that though you be wounded by knives of the thoughtless, they cannot cut you so deep that Love won’t then come & fill that wound with an overwhelming capacity for compassion. Remember who & what you really are, see yourself & others through the eyes of Spirit, & know at last, that we are all beautiful in the Heart of God… & all will be forgiven of their inconsistencies, all will be welcomed into the boundlessness of Becoming! & in the end Wild-Love, you cannot be diminished, you cannot be abandoned or forgotten, for you are held in the soul of Source, & one day, when all dualities have dissolved even your worst enemy will become a part of you, even as they have always been, & then you can smile & be amused that you have been tortured so by the wisps of nothing that surround our lives… I am here with you, in this moment of utter un-certainty, & wherever you may follow the trails of your heart… know this most of all, existence is a great wide Unknown & though you seem lost at times you are never left alone… Dreaming-Bear is always within you. (© 2007 Copyright) for video Love poems or to contribute to Dreaming-Bear's intention to inspire all of existence visit: www.SweetAngelOfLight.com from: Wild Love ~Kissed into Consciousness~ By Dreaming-Bear Kanaan

Make Love To The Moment

Dreaming-Bear — Tue, 08 May 2007 14:10:25 GMT

Make love to the moment like a Lover ravishes their Beloved...with as much passion & vehemence as a universe being born... let every particle of everything that is, was, or ever will be, become a part of you now... for time is but a misconception of heartbeats, & this is IT... this is your life... this very moment right now is the totality of everything you are... you are alive! Now do something about it... make something beautiful that the world cannot help but be in love with... create music with your soul; you were just born, & your about to die...but before you cross that threshold, take a hold of something that invites, celebrates, & beckons people to be alive & share something passionate & wonderful while they still can... to let all that is Angelic within you manifest. When I say make love to the moment... I MEAN IT in all the ways that go beyond skin... let your soul dissolve into the Soul of the One... let your thoughts be as great as Divine thoughts must have been to bring this all into existence... you have more power than you give yourself credit for... you can be anything you’ll allow yourself to be... why not be everything? Why not know the summit of all your joys, & the depths of all your sorrow... & why not embrace them both with as much eagerness as the other? We’re all just a bunch of Dali Lamas, each a holiness unto ourselves! Now listen to what your spirit has been saying since before there was such a thing as a beginning... it has been saying be free... it has been saying explore, it has been saying rise in Love. Do what you were born to do... do it like you mean it! This is your time to kiss existence... make God’s toes curl with delight at the thought of you... do away with all your fears & regrets... & just let yourself be what you were meant to be in the first place... Limitless! We are all children of Source... none greater or worse than the other... all deserving of a tender playful holy-kiss. No longer will you be merely an unaware passerby in your own life, a mere Deity in Denial… for this is our Second Innocence, so let’s be children together in the Infinite womb of belonging! The Sacred Heart is really just a rouge violin... that is asking us to join in the mischievous symphony of laughter & tears that somehow serenades the Great Mystery into an Infinite Discovery. For as we begin to see the best in others, we give them permission to see the best in us, so respect everyone as your beloved, despite their disrespect of you, & again I say remember who & what you truly are (an embodiment of Source) & why you’re here (to inspire existence to fall in love) before the mediocrity of the world makes you forget... your are a sweet angel of Light, be unashamed, be you, be In-Love! Because look, here’s another moment, just begging to be taken hold of & explored, so make love my Dear, make love to all your life has to offer. From Wild Love ~Kissed into Consciousness~ By Dreaming-Bear, to support this effort of inspiring existence to fall in Love Browse or Buy Wild Love for a friend: http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?isbn=0-595-42613-1

The Locker-Room Talk of Angels

Dreaming-Bear — Tue, 24 Apr 2007 14:04:44 GMT

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 to purchase or browse through this book go to this link: http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?isbn=0-595-42613-1 www.myspace.com/dreamingbearmusic

Being Kissed Into Consciousness

Dreaming-Bear — Tue, 30 Jan 2007 02:13:20 GMT

It’s about never giving up, but always being willing to give in when it’s time to do so… I’ve been wrong enough to know when I’m right… & to know that we should replace our wrath with kindness & compassion, your touch reminded me of that not so long ago as we played each other’s souls like instruments of passion. I don’t want to be known as a conqueror, or power hungry person… I want to be known as a lover! Let it be said that the only resource I ever tried to conquer was the infinite possibility flowing within myself… the rest of existence I leave as unbridled & true as I found it when I first came. Come with me & we’ll have a kissing meditation… one where we press our lips together every time the ocean kisses the shore. We can play the drums as an ode to our mother’s heartbeat & try to remember back to how it sounded to be in her womb… like an under water dream about vibration & frequency. As soft as the wind blows I whisper your name & watch it fly away upon wings of the unknown. Sometimes it’s all I can do to remember the Heaven of what it was like being held in the warmth of your embrace… & before long, my smile is accompanied by tears flowing quietly down my soft glowing face. But it is the pain of this memory that also brings me pleasure… for to know that I love you is to feel the lack of your laughter echoing next to mine. Every blade of grass growing grows deep inside of me… I feel freedom inviting me to join her on the playground of every innocent child’s heart. This is where I belong, on the verge of your lips, like standing on the edge of a waterfall… & I shiver with the eager anticipation of getting wet & being consumed! Take the enormity of all the sunrises & sunsets to ever grace the face of the Earth, & it will only be half the number of times I have thought of you today. Your absence haunts me like the beginning of a poem about love… A Hug For A Hug, & A Kiss For A Kiss I have seen the golden stands of enlightened sweet honey, as the amber electric vapors connecting through all of us… the time for writing scriptures has passed, now it time to be living them… to be the living representation of everything completely true & loving… I have seen lightening in the streets of man… and the an absolute vacuum of all electricity… & then chaos, & then utter destruction… & I played out a song as an ode to goodbye… I let it echo in the dark plutonian night… on theses veiled shores of god’s sparkling light, I remember … I think I’ve said it ALL once before… & once before then too maybe I can remember being here… but in absolute truth there has been an infinity of former expressions, each as significant & beautiful as this one that is happening now… I surrender to the moment of being cradled in the arms of existence… & an echo in the darkness let’s me know that I have been heard & perhaps more, understood… I have let love wipe away all my teardrops, I feel each one being caught up into the heart of God… I have wept in the lonely & unrelenting night, I have wept out loud for Love like a child weeping for it’s mother to hold him. The infinite sadness of it all, the kisses we’ll never be able to share, & all the kind words, never spoken, or spoken too late to be of any real consequence… & the eternal tragedy never being able to escape the feeling that we were meant to be much more than we’ve ever given ourselves credit for. Why am I here, if not to know the blessed existence of YOU?! Let me weep once more, & hope that your presence will be born again in the waterfall flowing from my eyes… let me embrace & be embraced in return by the undying feeling of fascination flowing through the fire in my veins… let me walk upon the once blue glowing neon lakes of the moon, & swim through the swirling mystery of Jupiter’s spiral clouds. Every thought we have is a lightening storm echoing with the thunder of desire to become a reality… Being Re-Born I have drained the wineskin of my soul… & now I am ready for more, thirsty for a drink of God! Hungry for a bite of belonging… like a poet I wander through a maze of kisses, but none so sweet & heartfelt as those of my beloved… from where I now stand, the children stare off into the sunny distance, while their hair teases out a tickle in the form of an innocent holy smile which shines as bright as an angel’s. Bewilderment, & utter appreciation for the profound astounding conclusion whispered by the very first fern growing along ancient rocks long ago… pretty pink carnation suggesting the possibility of what we all could be if we blossomed with beauty… there isn’t a true pacifists in the universe… for no matter how peaceful one might seem, on the smallest level the tiniest particles of their being are ramming themselves into each other so that they too can know what it means to exist! Though their intent is not malice, but rather creation! Like the almost invisible kiss of being connected happening in the smallest universe of the quiet chaos of our cells & atoms… we are vibrating strands of energy singing a symphony of harmonic expression… the sounds of our youth rush by in the void like a strong & mighty wind. There is one hand above all others that I have longed to hold with my own… her fingertips are as soft & elaborate as cosmic constellations of divine tenderness. Everyone seems to be running about their business hurried in the day, & I cannot help but to wonder if each has a pillow to lay their head upon in the complete un-safety of the night… something soft to drown out all their sorrows which they cannot help but to cry without necessarily knowing how or why. Sometimes the whole world of humanity seems to be disappearing in a sea of mediocrity… perhaps too many virtual experiences have left us with the inability to connect to the real world of living people, of living flowers & trees, of a sky that reads as holy as any scripture, of playing hide & seek on a firefly love making night, & kissing in the shadows when no one else is looking… & then whispering a sweet I LOVE YOU even though you know perhaps you shouldn’t because of what it will mean… & because you can never take it back… but perhaps that’s the danger in truly saying what you really feel out loud & for the whole world to hear… you run the risk of being misunderstood & underappreciated… but I have gone beyond my need to feel secure because I suddenly remembered today that I am a child of light, born at the very same second as my brother midnight… in the porcelain beauty on lovers lips kissing under the incandescent moon… I remember asking you what was the most beautiful part of your day… & the way you sweetly smile as you search through the annals of your memory, & you say, “I don’t know… what about you?” & staring at you with the sun still in my eyes I have the nerve to say out loud, “Right now.” I wonder if you knew that I meant YOU when I said NOW. I don’t remember being born, but I do remember being re-born… it was under a waterfall next to the shore where the sand is as red as my own blood… & turquoise waters swirl to match the oceans occupied in being my eyes… I remember two shadows hugging & exchanging sweet tokens of affection as silhouettes… I remember falling asleep like drowning in a sea of unconscious emotion… & to awake swimming in the river of your dreams & to have found inspiration hiding in the least likely of places, at a time when I never expected to feel this way again… but I do. By: Dreaming-Bear Kanaan From Wild Love (Kissed into Consciousness) © 04/04/04 Publication Release date: 11/11/06 For free ebooks of any of Dreaming-Bear's books simply call or write at the information below: 714-317-POET, poetryinmotionproductions@msn.com

We are a Lightening-rod for Dreams

Dreaming-Bear — Wed, 24 Jan 2007 09:47:54 GMT

Resurrecting The Living-Dead Stand up, & don’t be afraid to call yourself beautiful so long as you call everything else beautiful too... for it’s all a part of the same Great Thing... but the real question is: how do you turn zombies into real people? That's the difficulty... it is not raising the dead that is the greater miracle, it’s getting the living dead to see their condition of being undead... & then giving them the power to transform their dead & dying lives into something more spectacular than they've ever had the courage to expect. Can you feel it building? The moment is building... & it’s about to break... & out will come a torrent of everything that is or ever was, & a wind will be the best way to describe what is happening... the sudden rush, or to put it more plainly, WHIRLWIND! Will be the moment's exclaiming... & in it you will find that even the tiniest whisper is saying everything! When you long to not only know the joy, but also the deep & unmitigated pain of the world, you can say then that you have truly loved... that you have been a lover, & a passionate lover at that! If you ask me what I'm doing in the silence I will only say that I am attempting to recreate the universe as I see fit.... & I hope you are doing the same with your holy solitude. Creation was great... but re-creation makes it personal... & before the universe means something to you you've got to be personally invested in every single possibility that existence has to offer. Do you have something to say? Then say it! Do you want to feel the thunder in your chest? Then bring it! It’s time to be reborn into something truly amazing... & this time around you have the benefit of being aware of your birth... & what unlimited embodiments of possibility can you resurrect with your new beginning?! The universe & everything in it are yours for the taking, even as you become as available as this. Beyond the ego, beyond the ME, there is a blessed belonging to the entity of WE. I will show you “God” not that you need me to see IT, for if you’ll look all around you with awareness you will know that you are seeing IT in everything... & even as you feel, so too does everything in existence, & even as you dream, so too does God dream of you as laughter in this incomprehensible stellar celebration of existence! Be as aware of your life’s creation as God is of ITs... to know that each word can be a cosmos of compassion, to feel the intuitive tingle of each moment that you are kissing... Oneness Of Being In the world that I see, being ONE in nature will be the new form of sacred celebration... where people finally let themselves go & be free! An almost orgiastic state of celebration... where our lips kissing the lips of our lover is what it means for existence to be kissing the very lips of God! Let the music teach you what it means to be alive... alive & vibrating with untold possibility! We are all cosmic strands of vibrating energy... let yourself go... let yourself be free... nothing can stop you, NOTHING! Imagine the possibilities... imagine them all, & know that each possibility has imaginations of its own... & they in turn are imagining each of us. Dance with them, dance with each possibility to see which one suits you best... & then dance with the rest just to be sure... & look now to see God sitting next to you as the entirety of every single being... & everything in-between. Great energies always reconnect, no matter what form they take next... I’ll meet you again, when we have become everything we were meant to be in the end… & then my friend, then we shall truly BEGIN to understand just how important everything truly is... as everything comes into the oneness of being. It’s knowing that no matter where you are you can never be lost, for you are always in the very heart of God... God is Freedom of expression expressing itself in every possible form! Even formlessness, even something I could never come even vaguely close to being able to articulate... & yet still, something more than that! It’s being able to look at yourself from across the universe & to know at last that you are beautiful & that so is everything in-between... it’s about accepting the invitation to be more than amazing... & then it’s about simply BEING. Until even just your smile is enough to send out shockwaves of new beginnings... let the moment take you places you've never before been... places you may never be again, but at least it will be said that you were in those places, in the never-ending moment of NOW, with all the passion of a star exploding... & that’s what the moment is: one unending poem in motion & in the process of being lived/written. If this were a battlefield your only weapon would be your soul-pen, & the way you choose to write yourself as a poem beautifully expressed, & as an invitation to be continued to the fullest extent, & even farther when that actuality is met. Teach me the scriptures of what it means to be you, & know that these are but the scriptures of a grateful seeing poet... which is more than I could have ever asked to have been... & to know that even as you are celebrating life someone else is barely clinging to theirs, & so we must live with enough enthusiasm so as to celebrate theirs too! Even if they cannot celebrate it for themselves... & let it be said that what moments others wasted, we made the most of... let this be the moment that neither of us will ever forget, & in the living of it, let us know that we will never be forgotten, for God memorizes the entirety of everything... & as God remembers... so shall we. The world is a sparkling sea of lights... I’ve walked many a road with Nothing but Love to keep me company, & I've walked many a road where Love cannot go... but there is a place beyond all roads, where the only thing to be traveled is yourself. & It’s a hard lesson to be learned alone in the dark, but a lesson well worth having learned because of the enormity of what it teaches... it teaches us that God will provide… God will always provide. I too have contributed to the infinite sadness of everything, but also to its joy, & also to its beauty. Become one with yourself & all your capacities… let your nose be your eyes, in as much as your eyes become your hands, & use them to gently kiss once over everything. We feel compassion for the homeless & rightly so, but many of us though we have a roof over our head & food to fill our belly... we have been homeless in our essence... no sense of where we belong, or whom we belong with. Let me be clear about this: I don’t want followers, I want companions, those brave enough to help lead the way with me... & we lead by example of what fulfilling our potential truly means. Though it may seem that I sneak in like a thief into the storehouse of your religion, I do not come to steal, I come to contribute! I bring you connectedness at last & the beauty of what it all means... It means WE... It means we. The Simplest Moments We begin on a road lit by the amber glow of a mystic moon… we begin upon the highway of our souls imaginations… ready for something different, ready to be a part of the unknown… we begin at the end of something all together normal… we launch ourselves into the night with all the conviction of individual & living poems! I know what it means now to be within & yet outside myself in the simultaneity of happening that is called the wonder rich life… I see all the distractions as dalliances of children pretending not to know the something that is greater than our capability of what we call being known. Past all the whispers & all the intimate in-articulations, & to that something that is utterly alive & being lived in the embodiment of the moment. I remember a dream of what it was to be connected to you beyond the boundaries of this flesh… I remember a place where we held each others souls in the highest regard I remember the dawn of creation as you explored my soul in the form of a smile being born, & I was the most eager tear being cried, from your as yet unformed eye… there was an existence we knew together in which we were everything & each other all at once, & it was our best & most wonderful accomplishment to simply know the serendipity of being immaculate… when I close my eyes in the never ending now… I can sense & understand the incarnations of God as its various selves… I can sense you glowing at me from across the intelligent divide that we call this existence… the jasmine of your soul blooms delicately in the honeysuckle of mine. If I am to write & be a poet then let my greatest descriptions be of you as you are when we are unlimited & free… when we are in the simplest moments of being held & understood… without judgment or any kind of prejudice. We are the infinite falling flower petals that give life to everything! We are the sunrise happening in tandem with the setting of the moon… we are the ocean in both its ebb & its tide… we are the winds of the universe, upon the fires of passion we ride! We are the utter tranquility that happens in the very midst of the storm… we are the ultimate paradox of knowing & being known. As your eyes blink… so do mine… though we are miles away from where we can still see each other… I feel your breath upon mine in the intimacy of my mouth open in silent prayers… I hear your heart pounding in the enormity of my own chest rising & falling… I am still lost in the corners of your mouth being formed from the same god as mine. & your fingerprints are the circle of my own universe of skin unfolding in the name of desire… what pillows have your cheeks known that mine never will? None so soft as the pillow happening between our touch. A cushion of kisses is the foundation of our recreation… the pallet of pressed lips be the spirit of our flesh… the moon reminds me of you… the way its always there, even when I cant see it… the way it seems to draw the contour of my life even in its invisibility… how it is always with me… even in my dreams. Is there something forlorn & sad about being a human being? Yes… but there is also something of real beauty, something of such enduring meaning that it cannot help but to be lived in our interactions of give & of take… but if I can say something to you about the divinity of your smile… if I could but tell you how you softly rise & set within the horizon of my heart, & the sky of my mind… of how the world is a sparkling & radiant sea of lights… let us be unfolded & traveled by the journey of our desire to be whole. Heal me with your shine, & let me bathe you with mine… together we can bring something of beauty to the night… together we can remember that we have created the conditions of one another… together we created the curl in our toes & the swagger in our hips & lips… together we created the enormity of what it means to simply BE. Together we have imagined the universe as we have always wanted it to be… but by the time we’re done, there won’t be such a thing as so called gravity! By the time were done, the thing of least importance will be money… when we have learned to value the intimacy of each touch like the lessons of what it means to be loved… a sutra of sentiment, a scripture of breathing… a poem of broken hearts that finds a way to keep on beating… the way your fragrance always feels fresh & inviting to the memory of my never forgotten things… like the memory of being born… like the memory of already dying, even though I am always fully aware of being alive… my thoughts are bulging… alive with possibility… alive with the utter reality of being actual & happening… my thoughts are ablaze with whirling flames that remind me of the burning I have felt from being a part of the same universal moment as you! Wow. We are really here… & this is really NOW. & after we have lost everything we find ourselves capable of doing anything! I lose myself to you… feel free to lose yourself to me too… & together we can be found in the discovery of so much sweet tender losing. Think about the contour of your life & how it is that it came into contact with the contour of mine… what mangled memories of our potential we have clung to until this meeting of minds sponsored our most significant discovery of each other, & therefore of self. & Let us be off into the void like comets seeking an encounter with some unimaginable shores of the nebulous unknown… let our journey in the infinity of night be a flight filled with hope… despite the perils of being flesh… we are impervious in our spirit. There is a luminosity within each of us that has never known a single second of sickness… there is a radiance within that has always been shining through existence… it is a me that is a we… it is more than a trinity… it is an infinity… it is you plus me plus the entirety of everything… an equation of molecules that equals the meaning behind BEING. The universe in its entire evolution is little more than a grand cosmic & microscopic kiss… everything is kissing everything! & It always has been & it always will be… we understand each other entirely by way of osmosis… never quite touching, but never quite far apart enough to be considered separate. I’m attempting to capture the entirety of the universe on a single page… the sign comes from within… it tells me that everything that is or ever was is a single unending holy scripture being written out upon the very page that is Gods unending cosmic heart of life & beings happening in continuity of each consecutive living & more than spoken syllable in the real & imagined lives of each real & imagined individual. Because in the end… I am you. & that’s the real truth behind the enormity of our existence. We cohabitate this corporal from, & we are omnipresent in every sentient particle of existence… I feel me happening on the edge of the galaxy… & I feel me happening beneath the quiet of these sheets… I feel me happening every time you walk by… I feel me happening within the earth & the sky… I feel me happening as a twinkle in your eye… & you are also the gleam in mine, can you feel yourself happening inside my every heartfelt & well-intentioned smile? Do you feel yourself happening inside each & every subatomic particle? The question in the end is… do you really feel yourself happening? Well do you? By: Dreaming-Bear Kanaan From Wild Love (Kissed into Consciousness) © 04/04/04 Publication Release date: 11/11/06 For free ebooks of any of Dreaming-Bear's books simply call or write at the information below: 714-317-POET, poetryinmotionproductions@msn.com

Children Of Choice

Dreaming-Bear — Thu, 18 Jan 2007 10:17:49 GMT

This is your life, are you who you want to be? Anyone who claims to have all the answers is a liar… the truth is: everyone is just as amazed at the beauty of Oneness as you are… every religion seems to think they have the so-called “right way” to live… but one thing is for sure, there is more than one way to heaven… we are the equivalent of individual grains of sand upon the beach gaining awareness… we look around us, & we think that the entire universe is composed of sand… but if we could but see beyond ourselves we would finally understand that beyond the sand there is the ocean, & beyond the ocean there are stars, & beyond stars there is the something that can’t be named… & perhaps we could be big enough to admit that it is not enough to simply try to determine the meaning of the universe by osmosis… rather, in the spirit of open mindedness & possibility, let’s all admit that we are all as unknowing as everyone else… existence is an enigma shrouded within a mystery, happening in perpetuity… look out through my eyes & see the world as I do… luminous & radiating from within with beauty & with power. Allow me the great honor of looking out through your soul too… I want to know the things that you find to be meaningful… I want to know what it is that makes you full of fascination & wonder… I want to feel your heart beating the same way I feel mine… I want my next breath inward to be an exhale of poetic significance… I want to say something that’s beautiful, something that truly matters… I want to say: I love you & wow what a discovery you have been! I want to be able to take your hand in mine, look you in the eyes, & tell you that this is it! This is our chance to do something spectacular… this is our moment to always remember… but what shall we do with it? I know, let’s dance, & let’s laugh, & let’s kiss, & hug… let’s do all the things that we can think of that are kind & full of love… we are more than we give ourselves credit for… we are more than merely human… we are more than this flesh & blood, we are more than we can remember… every molecule in our summation is a universe inside the Great Mystery. We were born free, & then we were lied into slavery… we were told that God played favorites, & that money really matters, & that if we behave ourselves we can stay out of jail… & my how we have clung with such desperation to our illusions… but we’re done with being pushed around, we’re done with being told what to do… & we are going to rise up, and take back our lives! But not with fists of anger… rather with kisses & with hugs… with tender touches that signify everything… with long and warm embraces that take away peoples pain… with something beautifully relevant to think & to say. We live on a self sufficient, solar powered, food producing planet… we’ve been given water, shelter, & all the prosperity that the abundance of life can offer, & yet we still allow ourselves to wage our petty wars… we still allow ourselves to see culture, & religion, & politics, & race, & a thousand more tiny redundancies as reasons to be divided… when will we realize that we are being escorted through the galaxy, which is being escorted through the universe, which is being escorted through God… which is more than we could have hoped to have been a part of… this grand symphony of happening that is being sung as an invitation… some are even unaware of the intricate infinity happening within themselves… but you & I can be different… we can be as amazing as the universe itself… we can create a new reality… one in which we are boundless & full of creative imagination in our approaches to living… one in which everyone has something that is wonderful to be & to offer. We live in a world in which our currency says, “in God we trust…” & yet I wonder why we trust our money to God, who has absolutely no need of it… hence the prostitution of our spirituality via the corporatization of religion… drive through weddings, prewritten prayers, people pretending to be mediators between us & the unknown… when in fact we should be exploring for ourselves just how much everything means… instead of entrusting our fulfillment to those who’ve merely come before… their words were beautiful, & worth remembering in our hearts forever… but not at the expense of creating our own words, our own worlds to be remembered… nothing is impossible, unless you will it to be so… no challenge it greater than your resolve to overcome… we can be & do anything we want… & yes there will always be consequences for our actions, that’s why we must commit to enacting the most loving & compassionate lives of all… so that the world will be just a little more beautiful in the end… because we choose to believe in our potential… because we choose to be what we dreamed! Power is not in possessions, or weapons, or strength… power, true power is within laughter, tears, prayers, & kisses… power is in being creative & engaged in every aspect of life… power is to be in the moment & to be aware of it, to never forget that every moment counts, and that each & every second is another inscription upon the pages of our lives… power is being willing to forgive, & to let go, & to see beyond all the mediocrity to the beautiful center of everything… to see with your heart, & not only with your eyes… to take up the cause of the weak & defenseless by being the kind of example that transforms weakness into strength… be you extra ordinary! Be you spectacular! & if you will not… then be prepared to be forgotten & forlorn. The choice is yours… & yours alone… for in the end… we are all children of choice. By: Dreaming-Bear Kanaan From Wild Love (Kissed into Consciousness) © 04/04/04 Publication Release date: 11/11/06 For free ebooks of any of Dreaming-Bear's books simply call or write at the information below: 714-317-POET, poetryinmotionproductions@msn.com

Fire-By-Night

Dreaming-Bear — Sun, 14 Jan 2007 11:33:33 GMT

Life is potent & sweet… tonight the ocean has an eerie incandescence about it, and floating here, naked in the womb of so much creation, with the moon kissing the water from above in the form of a billion tiny reflections, I say to myself out loud, “there is but One Lover shining in the eyes of everyone I see, there is but One Beloved, smiling as the music of many faces…” & in that second I am thinking of YOU my friend, wishing you could be here with me in this enchanted forest by the sea… out of the water, & back onto those cerulean shores of midnight starlight… I followed a shadow into the woods, it flew though the trees with laughter & tenderness… and I suddenly found myself alone & bearing witness to the enormity of trees & their whispering leaves… I pause there in mid-sentence, lingering upon the quiet echoes of those ancient friends, and listening with all my intent to see if I could hear what the Earth was saying to me… I close my eyes, & rock in unison with the branches of slow motion movements… the roar of the deep in the distance as a vague comment to my unyielding momentum of Spirit… & the most elusive but truly tangible sensation emerges from the pit of my stomach, it is a yearning to be ONE. One with that ocean in all its formlessness… one with these trees that dance in the breeze, one with the sand that sparkles under my feet, one with that unencumbered night sky, and those endless points of light that inhabit it’s heart… I reach my hands out & feel a sensation of vibrating energy… as if I can feel the very Source of the Uni-verse in all it’s happening flowing through my veins and collecting there in my palms of fire… I put one hand over my heart & reach with the other towards the Night Sky saying, “take me home, let me be one with Source, take me home, let me be one with You…” I am enraptured by the unceasing momentum of the never ending Now! My heartbeat is God’s drum, pounding out a rhythm strong in my chest, as if signifying my Soul’s desire to live & be truly ALIVE! Everything, every particle of existence is a part of me now, even those spirits laughing further down the shore, even the roots of these trees as they grow like a prayer inside me, even the darkness & the light as they do their dance of shadows in my eye, even the suffering in all their sorrows becomes the substance of every tear I cry, even the innocence of every single child is happening in paralleled union to my own, even the misunderstood & the cosmic misfits are a part of the same drink of God, even you… in all your shining, I can feel even you being inside me tonight. You inhabit me like a song inhabits the lover, & I am forever finding myself singing the anthem of your name… something about the sky keeps calling me back to you, (YOU who are reading or feeling these words) back to Now, back to God… & then in a moment of utter & complete silence I hear God uttering an ancient truth, divine voice being carried on the wings of the wind… its says very softly, yet very clear, “my love for you is infinite & everywhere, my love for You is infinite & everywhere” & I open my tear filled eyes & say with a sacred smile, what words cannot easily convey… & soon the sun is rising with it’s warm & tender embrace, & the landscape transforms itself into an infinite horizon of purple glowing clouds… & everyone in the whole world might be asleep & dreaming, but I cannot help but wish that they could be awake & dreaming too. As I have been… as I will continue to be, the fulfillment of my best & most magical dreams… come Pure-One, come join my in my love crazed lunacy & let’s be infinite & free together! By: Dreaming-Bear Kanaan From Wild Love (Kissed into Consciousness) Copy-right 04/04/04 Publication Release date: 11/11/06 For free ebooks of any of Dreaming-Bear's books simply call or write at the information below: 714-317-POET, poetryinmotionproductions@msn.com

Love Lessons

Dreaming-Bear — Tue, 09 Jan 2007 22:44:05 GMT

Perhaps if we try to see the best in people, they will begin to see the best in us… just a few kind words… that’s all it takes to make the world go around. Most people are just waiting for someone GREAT to come along & save them, instead of taking the initiative to be great & save themselves… always so afraid of losing, that they never take the chance & win. Have you ever had to give up something that you truly loved, & just before parting ways you look back at it one last time to think of all the memories you have shared with it along the way… & perhaps you make a silent promise to keep it in your heart forever as a treasure. That is how I see the moment, each one that passes I hold in holy reverence, for they shall never pass this way again. Never. But does anyone have the courage to worship God on their own terms anymore? Or does everything always have to be such a spectacle? Can I tell you what I really think, & will you still love me the same? What if we call God by different names? Then are we lost to each other, or can we remain? Let me take you to a place of infinite possibility… now tell me, what do you see? I see a school of mermaids swimming in paralleled beauty… if you’re not aware you might just miss it… because sometimes our lives are like elaborate dreams that we know happened once, but which we can never fully remember the details of. For every letter I write, a tear escapes the womb of my eyes… until at length a new sentence is born, & in it, a new beginning… may these tears become the river’s bed upon which the whole world sleeps… let me be your pillow-prophet & I’ll whisper sweet sermons in your soul’s holy ear. Let me tell you of longing & belonging & the first I LOVE YOU ever spoken into existence… why pretend to be something we’re not, when we could actually be more than we ever thought possible? Learn the lessons of love… let them permeate every pore… picture yourself in the arms of someone you truly love… now don’t you feel a little like you’re floating? I always do. I’ve had enough of religion to know that religious acts never bring one closer to God, only a pure heart & a willing spirit can do that. I wish there was something I could say or do that would unite us all & help us look past our differences… but better teachers than I have tried & walked away wondering WHY?! Why can’t humanity be as ‘enlightened’ as we claim to be, why can’t we all be compassionate without being accused of being utopian? The truth is, no matter what you do or say, there will always be someone who disagrees, even if all you say is LOVE, you run the risk of being constantly misunderstood… but then again, if saying what you mean came easy, then I guess everybody would be doing it… & a wise woman once told me that, “anything worth having rarely comes easy…” & she said it like she meant it, & I could see that she had paid the price to utter those words in the form of her own private suffering… and that’s when I finally realized that every tear is as important as every smile, & the two go together in carrying us back to God… back to each other, back to Love. By: Dreaming-Bear Kanaan From Wild Love (Kissed into Consciousness) Copy-right 04/04/04 Publication Release date: 11/11/06 For free ebooks of any of Dreaming-Bear's books simply call or write at the information below: 714-317-POET, poetryinmotionproductions@msn.com

A Treasure of Oneself

Dreaming-Bear — Thu, 04 Jan 2007 23:17:49 GMT

May we be forgiven but never forgotten, as we trip over each other’s smiles & fall face first into God’s heart. Passion & playfulness had a kissing contest inside your soul & the Christ was born again. The Beloved gathers a handful of stars to scatter across the sky in super slow motion… & in the darkness of night, galaxies are born from the teardrops in your eyes. The womb is an open-wound giving birth to the poetry of our flesh. Someone in need goes down to the river to pan for gold, sifting themselves in with the sand & pure-water… after a while of wandering through remembrance, an epiphany is struck, a recognition of the Beloved happening deep within everything. Search in the Earth for gifts only to discover in the dirt, a treasure of oneself. When Source speaks through me like this it is the sweetest of poetry, always something tender to soothe your weeping ear… as you fall so gracefully in love with Spirit & softly become Light. By: Dreaming-Bear Kanaan From Wild Love (Kissed into Consciousness) Copy-right 04/04/04 Publication Release date: 11/11/06 For free ebooks of any of Dreaming-Bear's books simply call or write at the information below: 714-317-POET, poetryinmotionproductions@msn.com

The Locker-Room Talk of Angels

Dreaming-Bear — Tue, 02 Jan 2007 09:42:54 GMT

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. By: Dreaming-Bear Kanaan From Wild Love (Kissed into Consciousness) Copy-right 04/04/04 Publication Release date: 11/11/06 For free ebooks of any of Dreaming-Bear's books simply call or write at the information below: 714-317-POET, poetryinmotionproductions@msn.com

Weeping Bliss

Dreaming-Bear — Sun, 24 Dec 2006 09:42:04 GMT

When we were the stars, when we were the sky, when we were the rains that turned into rivers that suddenly became the oceans… we did not say to ourselves: let us seek out Spirit, for then, One Love was all there was in the vastness of existence. It was when we convinced ourselves that we were separate from Source that we became broken in the illusions of being alone, & how we have suffered, pains so deep & lasting that even tears cannot describe them all… and a sorrow we had never known before became us. But if we return to the stars, if we return to the sky, if we return to the rains that fall into rivers & let ourselves become the oceans, if we seek out the heart of everything in existence, & kiss the feet of all we have neglected, if we ask ourselves for our own hand in forgiveness… then we will be able to remarry ourselves to the presence of the Beloved… & we will not ask: where is Spirit, for then, we will find that all along we have been holding God in our very arms, & God will say: Wild Love, you’ve been talking out loud in your dreams again… but I dare not wake you I dare not wake you… from your Holy weeping bliss. By: Dreaming-Bear Kanaan From Wild Love (Kissed into Consciousness) Copy-right 04/04/04 Publication Release date: 11/11/06 For free ebooks of any of Dreaming-Bear's books simply call or write at the information below: 714-317-POET, poetryinmotionproductions@msn.com

Skinny-Dipping With Dreaming-Bear

Dreaming-Bear — Wed, 20 Dec 2006 04:13:28 GMT

Today in the interest of speaking only Truth, I said nothing… knowing in my heart that the silence would speak for me, & say all that I could ever hope to express in absolute wordlessness. Instead of speaking, I only French kissed the lips of Love & whispered quiet prayers between each grateful breath, I built temples with my tongue in the name of tenderness, & worshiped the Lover with absolute fulfilled longing. Instead of thinking, I let myself Feel, & made love to the moment until she became One with me in the presence of each holy heartbeat. Today I laid myself out nearly naked & let the Sun give me a big warm hug… God came near nibbling upon my ear & asked to join us in our mid-day love affair with the Light, & then the Wind joined in & began tickling our toes teasing the ends of our hair to dance wild & untamed in the rush. Every time I reached for a pen the stars kept slipping themselves into my palm praying: ~use me to write with, use me to share your luminous laughter & love~ I gave in to their requests & let these sentences dissolve completely into Source. Today I realized in a sacred second of surrender, that it has somehow become illegal to be naked among humanity, it has become against the law to be as natural & bare as the day you were born. Because some ancient person felt inadequate about themselves & got together with others who felt ashamed too, & said: ~let’s make a law to support our guilt filled fears of form~ Even so Dear One, God still sees us as naked. That’s why the birds are always laughing at us when we talk about “freedom” & then lock ourselves in a royal cage, as soon as we leave the privacy of our own unclothed prayers. Let me write a river so you can go skinny-dipping with Dreaming-Bear, & soon the whole world around us will feel the heat of falling in-love, & want to strip down & dive in too. Today my Dear, I simply undressed myself of the need to be right, & soon I could see the Lover playing peek-a-boo at me from the ancient oceans, spilling from the edges, of every person’s eyes. From: Wild Love (Kissed into Consciousness) By: Dreaming-Bear Kanaan copyright 05-05-05 For a free ebook of any of Dreaming-Bear's books, or for a spoken-word audio cd please write to: PoetryInMotionProductions@msn.com, or call 714-317-POET

Divine Wine Cellar

Dreaming-Bear — Thu, 14 Dec 2006 01:21:34 GMT

There is a secret closet in your Heart’s house where you keep all your unwanted emotional baggage… suitcases full of suffering, chests filled to the brim with insecurity, vintage hand made bags stuffed with fear which you fashioned with your own skilled-mind to hold the most hurtful words & actions committed upon you by someone in their great-loss-of-Light, or their sad-imploded anger. Sometimes, when the Ego is especially upset, you take these bags out & threaten to leave the Lover, back to the Hotel of Being Hurt where the innkeeper rents rooms for the wounded Heart to spend its final unforgiving days. Your pain is ripe my Dear, Your pain is ripe… let it fall into the poetry of my palm let Dreaming-Bear & Spirit help you clear out that hidden closet in your heart, no more talk of “separation” that mean old word gives you nightmares… & I have to come rushing to your bedside with bowls full of prayer & drops of liquid-light that I caught after tickling the Sun so hard it burst into laughter & tears. I know the sadness you feel when missing the naked press of God up against the indescribability of your Soul, because your shyness will not allow you to undress your most vulnerable sacred hurting parts. But God is such an understanding Lover, infinitely patient & kind… she always keeps her bedroom window cracked open, incase you suddenly develop the courage in the middle of the night, to climb in & curl up close in her covers of compassion. & One kiss, just one kiss from the Beloved is enough to have you giving birth to stars & dancing toe-to-toe with the Sun… come Dear-One, its time for some internal self-renovation, let’s turn that empty closet in your heart into a Divine wine cellar, where we can get drunk on bottled moments of awareness & celebrate our union our union, with Love. From Wild Love (Kissed into Consciousness) By: Dreaming-Bear Kanaan copyright 04/04/04 publications release date: 1/11/07

Raging Inferno of Love

Dreaming-Bear — Fri, 17 Nov 2006 04:59:03 GMT

Forget everything anyone ever taught you about right or wrong, good or bad, beautiful or ugly… & just dance my Dear. Dance the way you do when no one else is looking & you have no reputation to protect & no inhibitions to keep you from being free. For you, the Lover has commissioned this spinning galactic dance floor, & is now there upon the threshold of your heart’s hesitation saying: O come my Sweet, don’t be shy, for it makes my Soul smile to see your Mind & Spirit move together like that. Forget those worries & obligations; those mean spirited words & unkind thoughts… forget your harsh actions of the past & just dance! For the Sun & Moon are already there, keeping company with planets & stars, all have joined hands together & are whirling their way through the Universe in enamored expressions of overwhelming ecstatic joy… & all are thinking quietly to themselves as they pass your bedroom window in the night: if only you would untie your wings & let the Sacred in you soar, if only you could see the Light of your own astonishing presence, then perhaps the world around you, (a world full of anguish & sorrow) would remember something of their own true sublime beauty & be able to laugh in absolute purity once again. Forget about politics, religion, & money; forget about fitting in & having to be right, & just dance my Dear… dance! Dance like a raging inferno of Love, overflowing & expanding out of control with Light. For once you set yourself loose to join your divine dance partners in the Sky, the flowers will open, the trees will gather, the wind will bow itself at your feet… & God herself will step onto the spiraling flames of existence, & take your soul by the hand uttering these soft holy words as a prayer saying: at last, at last my Love, at last I Am complete. Copyright 04/04/04 by Dreaming-Bear Kanaan From Wild Love (Kissed into Consciousness) For free e-books or audio CD's to Dreaming-Bear's Poetry call 714-317-7638 or email PoetryInMotionProductions@msn.com, or visit http://people.tribe.net/dreaming-bear

God-Kissing-God

Dreaming-Bear — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 04:12:50 GMT

Let these words be the flame that ignites the Sun to shine from the sky of your Heart… so that those around you who are broken or lost in the darkness of being hurt, can at last see something of their own divine beauty, & be able to smile like lovers do, when they finally find each other across time, & become God holding hands with God. That’s when the truth turns into an earthquake, as laughter & tears erupt from volcanic-veins running deep into our soul’s liquid-light-love-core. For somewhere inside you there are stars swimming in luminous pools doing the backstroke, & taking flying leaps from the tip of the tongue of the Tender-One, doing kamikaze belly-flops into the warm overflowing oceans in your eyes. But when God starts asking God, where is God? Then the Universe suddenly finds itself getting very nervous, & soon is frantically pacing the floor of existence wringing her hands together & saying: okay everybody, what are we gonna do about this? A few shooting stars get trigger-happy & hightail it out of town, & a couple of suns are so concerned over this madness, that they turn supernova & so gently explode their love across the Night. Until a pair of playful-purple planets chime-in along with some misfit moons saying: everybody just relax, & let’s all continue to dance, & sing, & spin together in eternal ecstasy, until our Beloved can remember, until each cell & molecule becomes fully self-aware, & joins us in our prayer to cure this ancient amnesia, to help the Lover so tenderly recall, who You really are, as you take the hand of the Sacred-One within you, & begin to smile like lovers do, when they finally rediscover each other across time, & kiss to become God kissing God. From: Wild Love (Kissed into Consciousness) By: Dreaming-Bear Kanaan copyright 05-05-05 For a free ebook of any of Dreaming-Bear's books, or for a spoken-word audio cd please write to: PoetryInMotionProductions@msn.com, or call 714-317-POET

Making-out With God

Dreaming-Bear — Wed, 04 Oct 2006 08:14:55 GMT

Chaos & clarity fell in love & had a secret affair, which produced an illicit love child, in YOU! Fate Laughs saying: “oh really…” at all our thoughts for the future as if we’re talking child’s play & pretend when speaking of what we shall one day ‘become’ for Fate knows that once we meet the Beloved we’ll fall in-love so fast, it’ll leave skid marks on our heart’s nicely planted patch of plans… causing us to re-arrange everything we thought we once wanted, a clearing of karma to make room for the playground of possibility, where we’ll build elaborate temples to Laughter & Poetry so as to better express our overwhelming affection towards the One. We will even go so far as to give up all our attachment to occupations & job-titles that have us doing anything with our day other than kissing the lips of the Lover. Yes, I can see a fire already dancing playfully in your eyes as you contemplate the kindness of getting naked & making-out with God. You’ll invite your Dream over for dinner with the Moment so as to play secret-cupid & make them fall in-love with Becoming, while you play footsy under the table with the Friend… as you tickle each other with tenderness & conversations full of compassion all the way to Heaven, where you can stash some light into your soul’s pocket to use for later, in case you get ‘separation anxiety’ in the form of forgetting that all beings are one brilliant kiss of the Beloved happening in slow-motion across forever. By: Dreaming-Bear Kanaan From Wild Love (Kissed into Consciousness) Copy-right 04/04/04 Publication Release date: 11/11/06 For free ebooks of any of Dreaming-Bear's books simply call or write at the information below: 714-317-POET, poetryinmotionproductions@msn.com

Holy-Love-Mischief

Dreaming-Bear — Mon, 25 Sep 2006 07:48:26 GMT

Never trust someone who says: I love you, But… for that’s the kind of Lover who might not stick around to catch you when you fall. We were born naked onto the page of existence; with nothing but the pen of our soul to write ourselves into eternal ecstasy… sometimes I wrestle God to the ground with laughter & make her confess just how much she really loves Us. Once, while the Beloved & I sat watching the Moon chase the Sun around the waist of the Earth, she spilt (I think on purpose) a glass of galaxies all over my heart’s pundit attire, since then, stars fall from my every breath & heartbeat. The Divine One is devious indeed, often sticking her foot out when she sees me coming close to one of her many hidden pools of Love swirling in the eyes of everyone. & when I least expect it, in the middle of crowds of conservative pilgrims, she will sometimes de-pants me to my ankles from behind, & run off giggling in holy-love-mischief… leaving me to explain the most naked parts of my heart & soul. Now, even now Pure-One, the Lover is perched upon a hammock in your ear, she softly sways from side to side singing crazed-love-songs in your honor. If you cannot hear her voice, I would say: you needn’t be so shy in the silence, you needn’t be so shy in prayer… for everything you could ever ask for, & everything your soul desires most, are having a sleep-over on a soft pile of blankets, folded out on the bed of your tongue… just speak the name Dear-One, just say out loud to your worst enemy the word: Love. never believe anyone who says: I love you, But… for they are the ones who throw your heart in the sky & get distracted with your precious love still in mid-air falling. God keeps this world of beauty & brilliance hanging form a string of light tied to her soul’s sweetest intent, so that we can be flung together in to the great Unknown. I keep your tenderness tied tightly to the backbone of my inspiration, so that if ever you should stumble in confusion or carelessness, the softest parts of my poetry will be there to break your fall. By: Dreaming-Bear Kanaan From Wild Love (Kissed into Consciousness) Copy-right 04/04/04 Publication Release date: 11/11/06 For free ebooks of any of Dreaming-Bear's books simply call or write at the information below: 714-317-POET, poetryinmotionproductions@msn.com

We've been awaiting your arrival at awareness

Dreaming-Bear — Sat, 16 Sep 2006 00:22:49 GMT

Pain is only possible while living on the outskirts of God… but here in the wilderness of her heart there is a band of prophets praying in the form of poetry… & dancing wildly with the trees in ecstatic & drunken gestures of pure-love overflowing for the Beloved. They sing crazed love-songs all night, even long after the fires have become glowing-embers of God… & pause only once for a moment of silence as the sun kisses the face of the earth with light once again… then back to whirling their way to the One. Once in a while, a traveler (with enough courage to leave behind paths of the familiar) will stumble into their camp unaware… & the whole gypsy-group will fall quiet & bow in reverence to that lost tourist chanting: welcome home God, we have been awaiting your arrival at awareness, are you ready to accept? If the traveler is ready, (to let go of their ego’s understanding) they will immediately recognize themselves as the Friend, & bow in return praying: I Am. & then become one of those lunatic lovers of Source. If not, then the dear pilgrim, having pierced the veil of illusion & thought it to be a hallucination, leaves that forest in a hurry as if haunted by the ghost of God… & most who walk away form the Lover’s invitation rarely find their way back in this lifetime. So now Dear-One, Dreaming-Bear must ask you a personal question, for I see that familiar ‘found’ look in your eyes, that has me guessing you’ve been to those Spirit-filled woods before, & left behind there all you once were as you rushed off back to your worries & obligations that keep you running in circles looking for all that was lost in the denial. But fear not dear traveler, all is not lost, for these words ARE that wilderness, & you are now there upon the threshold of becoming, & we are all waiting patiently & bowing at your feet chanting: welcome home God, we’ve been awaiting your arrival at awareness, are you ready to accept? By: Dreaming-Bear Kanaan From Wild Love (Kissed into Consciousness) Copy-right 04/04/04 Publication Release date: 11/11/06 For free ebooks of any of Dreaming-Bear's books simply call or write at the information below: 714-317-POET, poetryinmotionproductions@msn.com

Divine Paper

Dreaming-Bear — Fri, 01 Sep 2006 16:24:27 GMT

This page is the universe filled with stars, each letter of every word I write becomes worlds which existence will recite with inspired passion! For life is but the poem of dying, & a Dreaming-Bear writes it. The contour of lover’s lips locked in union is a kiss upon the face of creation… there is a spell to all this spelling, there is a magic in all this meaning, a mantra, a prayer, a Lover’s sigh of release… all sound just as holy to the soul of a poet. A teardrop, a tenderness, a token of sweet affection, these are the presents I have gift-wrapped for you here. For, I have known the abyss of all your sorrows & have made love to each one on a bed of brokenness & pain, I have been the weightlessness of your best & most glowing moments, running wild & free upon the playgrounds of possibility. Each breath you take & each pounding of your heartbeat, each desire you have & each ecstatic fulfillment of longing… each tender touch & each of the broken hearted, all have been written here upon the sacred scriptures of Source. I have known you since before there was such a things as knowing or being known, & long after that in the utter indescribability that bespeaks of belonging. Right now, in the darkness… there is a voice asking you a question: do you remember? If the answer is yes, when you open your soul to speak, light will be born. If the answer is no, then the question just keeps on repeating, for the Lover is always waiting, with infinite patience at your heart’s doorstep, searching intently in your eyes for a sign of even the vaguest recognition of the love you once shared, before you hit your head on the overhang of ego’s awning, & caught amnesia of all you once were. Let the moonlight remind you, let the wind whisper it in your ear, let the star’s shine enthrall you, as the fires in you burn into rivers. Beneath the voice petitioning you in the dark, there is a silence which secretly holds all the answers… if you let yourself go there, you are sure to remember, all that once existed & all that ever will, are written within, upon this permanent page of our soul’s divine paper. From: Wild Love (Kissed into Consciousness) Copy-Right 04/04/04Release date: 11/11/06 For free ebooks or audio cd's of any of Dreaming-Bear's works write: poetryinmotionproductions@msn.com

Neo-Tribalism

Dreaming-Bear — Wed, 26 Jul 2006 07:47:13 GMT

Welcome to the family of existence my sentient sibling… you may have already realized that you are a part of everything else that has or will ever exist… you are a part of the very first Atom that was ever whispered into reality, & you are a part of the very last Atom that will ever be torn apart… & in between all this churning of the world of matter, you are something more… you are in one instant, & you are an eternity happening! You have more in common with the stars & comets than you might think… for everything, & I mean EVERYTHING comes from the same source, whether in this world or the next, or the ones after that… we are all one entity attempting to understand itself in the best way we know how… by being born, suffering, ascending, & going beyond ourselves in ways we never thought possible. We are the molecules of meaning bumping into one another at the crossroads of possibility! I have seen stars being born in distant cosmic skies, even as I have seen the stars fade away from their sparkle in the disappointment of lost innocent eyes. I have felt the fires of the sun burning life into my veins, & I have felt you, even you as you cry out in silence from the pain. In our dreams we are poets, but in reality we are living poems… pronouncing ourselves out for eternity to echo. You can be a bird just as easily as you have been a human, or a hummingbird, or a caterpillar, or brilliant bouncing butterfly… but first you must remember that you are already all these things & more. Within & around you are all the infinities that have always existed… everything that is here is made up of the same materials that have always been associated with the realm of matter… we are laughter, tears, rage, & tranquility happening in tandem with divinity & discovery. When I speak of the “new-tribe” I am talking about a return to the wisdom of our ancestors, while simultaneously maintaining the ability to carry that wisdom one step forward… every culture, no matter its geographical location on the planet has one thing in common… we ALL started out as tribal communities… like the wolf pack, we evolved from a tight-nit social family of hunters & healers… we developed dignity through caring for one another, & by helping each other when times got hard. All tribal cultures expressed themselves the art, poetry, philosophy/storytelling, music, & dance. There was a time when WE ALL lived in harmony with each other & with the world around us. There was a time when we approached the Earth with the same sacred respect that we give our own deserving mothers… there was a time when no one needed a psychiatrist because every family had a drum. Neo-Tribalism is a return to sacred living, a return to the ways of not taking more than we need, of giving something of value back to the world for all that we’ve been given, of seeing each other & every other being as equals in what I call the Great Family of Existence! WE are bound together by invisible cords of connection… there are no enemies, only worthy adversaries… no obstacles, only challenges to be overcome… WE ARE ALL ONE… we are all Earth, Wind, Fire, & Water in the truest, & most profound sense… & I do not mean that as a metaphor, I mean that in the same literal way that my Cherokee & Canaanite ancestors understood to be true so long ago. Make no mistake my sentient sibling, God does not play favorites… & no religion, or political agenda, or cultural barriers, or excuses will be enough to separate us from the Love of the Creator Spirit… Neo-Tribalism is a living invitation, a holy hug beckoning you to become what you know you were meant to be deep inside… the living representation of enlightenment & beauty happening at the same time in the same person… you are the catalyst that turns the Great Mystery into the Greatest Discovery! In this new tribe we can treat everyone & everything as holy, we can treat all creatures as our relatives, we can listen to what nature is telling us, to become the embodiment of our highest ideals by being living breathing examples of spiritual creative expression! No more pretending to be less than you are… time to remember your destiny & BECOME once & for all who & what you really are… a dream turning itself into a reality! In this new tribe ALL are welcome, no one is to be left out… for I am you, & you are the other me, & together that makes us a holy divinity called WE. Being a warrior is not about waging warfare with weapons that destroy, but rather it’s about having an impeccable character, it’s about facing your fears for the greater good of your family of friends, it’s about being brave enough to ask the tough questions, the ones that lead to truth, & being big enough to act with a sense of non-judgment when truth defies our expectations, it’s about always asking yourself, what can I learn from THIS, how can it make me stronger in the end… how can I help those I love, & how can I love those who do not love me? Being a warrior is about being a healer of the wounded, a helper of the helpless, & an inspiration to those who have lost their way… & so, come all you lost Shamans, all you medicine men & women, come & let us reunite into a new magic nation… come with your arms open, ready to embrace the infinite possibilities of what we can teach & learn from one another… I honor respect you with a holy reverence… for I see the divine in you, can you see it in me too? If you cannot see it with your eyes, try looking with your heart instead, & when you are ready… call out to the Dreaming-Bear, & let the medicine of these words carry you home… From Anatomy of the Moment By: Dreaming-Bear Kanaan Publication release date: 11/11/06 For a free ebook or audio cd of any of Dreaming-Bear's works write to: poetryinmotionproductions@msn.com

Endless deathless caravans of color and light

Dreaming-Bear — Mon, 10 Jul 2006 07:37:41 GMT

Today I opened my eyes from a dream and let the universe pour in. Self re-discovery... endless deathless caravans of color and light pervade my mind. I finally perceive the poetry all around me… as the intimacy of moments unfolds before my senses… whole lives based on sentence fragments, the smell of a scent as someone passes by, the inextricably fleeting glance from one pair of eyes to another. I am determined to know the anatomy of the moment… everything that comprises everything all at once… from the tiniest of atoms colliding, to the most cosmic explosions ever, & everything in between. From first kisses, to falling in love, to the teardrops that herald goodbye… our lives are but evaporating breath upon the universal mirror… from the moment we’re born in the flesh till the moment we are born again in the unknown is but a single instance. Even as we are happening, so is everything else! How inexpressible & utterly elaborate is the poem of existence…& I want to memorize the eternity of every singe being! I want to write love upon my heart, & see Jupiter as a work of art. I want to leave behind all the things that do not matter in the end… the things that make us enemies instead of friends… seen too many dying people, heard too many broken sobs, felt too heavily the tread of oppression upon my own poet’s neck. Time to take my Television & throw it in the sea of forgetfulness… time to give away my most prized material possessions & open my heart to really receiving the treasures of God! Time to revolutionize the very way I live… my thoughts & actions dedicated exclusively to making this life more beautiful & worth living while I still can. I reorganized my list of priorities by scratching money & social acceptance right off, & then writing the word LOVE in their place. Moments… moments are all we really have in this life of ours… you take nothing with you, except your soul’s lived experiences… every hug & kiss, & every selfish cruelty. How we spend our moments is how we spend our lives! This second right now… we could be transforming reality into a beautiful recreation of heaven’s own heart. Being born is never easy, it’s full of pain & blood & poetry… & being reborn is no different… but after we’ve managed to become a fulfillment of our greatest potential, it will have been worth all the suffering. Every tear you’ve cried is another drop in your heart’s ocean… every pain that has cut you, has only made your soul run a little deeper… every tragedy that’s caused you to be broken, can become the strength that puts you back together! Realize! Recognize who you are! You are an infinite intricacy, an endless work of art, the summation of God’s own poetry! I’ve lost everyone now that I once knew as family… no mother or father to call my own. I’ve been robbed of the company of my most beloved siblings… I’ve been witness to their deaths & abductions… & as angry as I have the right to be, I always remember, that I have the power to be the author of my own re-creation. & so out of the depths of sorrow I have written myself wings! I challenge the air with my lung’s capacity… I scream words of revolution hot as primordial fire! Nothing & no one can take away our dreams… not religion, or politics, or power-money-hungry anything’s. You & I can be as free & unlimited as we allow ourselves to be. Shed your inhibitions & dance with me in the streets… raise your voices to say the most beautiful poetry! Even if life has been ugly, look deep within for beauty… every grain of sand, every flower petal, every gust of wind, every single kiss, every time you felt like you could almost fly… every intense moment you held onto the goodbye like it was your last & most sacred offering. Every teardrop & every subtle smile, & all the laughter & hugs you’ve given along the way are the truest spiritual treasures one could ever hope to be rich in. what could possibly be more exciting than this?! This moment, right now! This is another moment for you to do something wonderful & amazing… something so unbelievable that the world will know it’s real… because the realest things in the world are our thoughts, actions, & feelings… let’s liberate these! How can I say such things? Because I have embraced my pain… I decided to stop running from it, & to hold it close like a friend, & even though it hurt me to do so, I was transformed by pain’s teachings… lessons as cruel as one could only imagine have allowed me to see the beauty in everything… being shot at, being persecuted by my own family, being mistreated & cheated, & stolen from, & lied to… have only allowed me to see life as an opportunity! Every heartbeat, every breath inward, every exhale, & every eye blink… something truly holy & unutterably fascinating is happening… We are happening… we are happening at THIS moment, right now… BE AWARE… be aware of everything. Be actively engaged in experiencing life for yourself… no more watered down versions… go out & be the real thing. The world is full of hypocrites, but now there can be one less… you can be the change you seek… you can be anything… ANYTHING! All you’ve got to do now, is believe. By Dreaming-Bear Kanaan From: Anatomy of The Moment copyright 05/05/05 Publication release date 11/11/06 For a free ebook of any of Dreaming-Bear's books write to: poetryinmotionproductions@msn.com for a free audio cd to be mailed to you please include your contact information.

Dreaming-Bear Speaks

Dreaming-Bear — Tue, 27 Jun 2006 10:24:00 GMT

When all the world around you rages, & the worst of what you have imagined comes true… when every back turns, & every eye fails to meet yours, even if you are being lied about, & your name dragged through the city sewers do not walk then in disgrace my Child… but hold your head high & look towards Spirit for companionship. In a wordless language, Spirit says, “I am here, even in your most sorrowful secret sufferings…” Even now these words are mending your wound-weary soul, let Spirit’s love lead you home, where the smiles are as sincere & meaningful as Grandmother’s hugs, as holy as lovers lips parted in a kiss of sweet tender affections, as unashamed & guilt-free as tears falling from innocent eyes. Out there in the void, those man-made streets of steel & concrete… there are tragedies that even tears cannot describe, but none so great a mistake as the cruelty of not caring. Listen with your heart Pure-One, & know that Spirit is with you in every rise & fall of breath, in every joy & sorrow, every laughter & pain that goes unnoticed… Spirit says, “We’re all broken, just in different ways… & this is how we mend.” To care for the one who seeks to tear you down, to offer honest heartfelt prayers for the one who longs for your destruction… to ask with all your being that they be blessed by the Great Oneness, & to know in the end that though you be wounded by knives of the thoughtless, they cannot cut you so deep that Love won’t then come & fill that wound with an overwhelming capacity for compassion. Remember who & what you really are, see yourself & others through the eyes of Spirit, & know at last, that we are all beautiful in the Heart of God… & all will be forgiven of their inconsistencies, all will be welcomed into the boundlessness of Becoming! & in the end my Child, you cannot be diminished, you cannot be abandoned or forgotten, for you are held in the soul of Spirit, & one day, when all dualities have dissolved even your worst enemy will one day become a part of you, even as they have always been, & then you can smile & be amused that you have been tortured so by the wisps of nothing that surround our lives… I am here with you, in this moment of utter un-certainty, & wherever you may follow the trails of your heart… know this most of all… existence is a great wide Unknown & though you seem lost at times you are never left alone… Dreaming-Bear is always with you. From: ~Wild Love~ By Dreaming-Bear Kanaan Publication Release date 11/11/06 for a free e-book or audio CD email of call Dreaming-Bear 714-317-POET PoetryInMotionProductions@msn.com

Make Love To The Moment

Dreaming-Bear — Thu, 25 May 2006 20:13:39 GMT

Make love to the moment like a woman makes love to a man...with as much passion & vehemence as a universe being born... let every particle of every thing that ever is, was, or ever will be a part of you now... soak in the seconds until they turn into hours, and then drink in the hours until they become days, & then eat the days until they become something beyond time, and then you will have consumed something truly magnificent... like dancing orbs of light that spin in a constant kiss, so too let your soul spin upon the rings of Saturn as you gently kiss everything with meaning& significance... this is IT... this is your life... this very moment right now is the totality of everything you are... you are alive! Now do something about it... make something beautiful that the world cannot help but be in love with... make music with your soul; let your thoughts be extensions of themselves as permanent fixtures upon the ceiling of reality... you were just born, & your about to die...but before you cross that threshold, take a hold of something all your own... something that invites & celebrates & asks people to be alive & do something wonderful while they still can... do something that celebrates the creativity that burns within your soul like an energy that has no name... be alive in every way possible... feel the extremities of every single nerve ending come alive with fascination & for the unbridled mystery just begging to be explored. When I say make love to the moment... I MEAN IT in all the ways that go beyond skin... let your soul be in the Great Soul of the universe... let your thoughts be as great as ITS thoughts must have been to bring this all into existence... you have more power than you give yourself credit for... you are only bound by the parameters of your imagination... you can be anything you’ll allow yourself to be... why not be everything? Why not know the summit of all your joys, & the depths of all your sorrow... & why not embrace them both with as much eagerness as the other? This moment, these words.... they are composing us as we speak... listen to what your spirit has been saying since before there was such a thing as a beginning... it has been saying be free... it has been saying explore, it has been saying belong to the something that is more spectacular than yourself, but which is a part of yourself... belong to the something that goes beyond being labeled... the something that is the superposition of every sentient particle in all of the realms of existence both the ones we see & the ones we suspect to be real, even if only in our dreams. Do what you were born to do... do it like you mean it! This is your time to kiss existence... make her toes curl with delight at the sound of you.... tickle the inner most parts of something holy inside the Great Mystery... do away with all your fears & regrets... & just let yourself be what you were meant to be in the first place... Limitless! We are all children of God... none greater than the other... we can all create reality as we see fit... we're just not all doing it the way we could be... but that’s all about to change... no longer will you be merely an unaware passerby in your own life, a deity in denial... it’s time to open the eyes of your soul & see the unlimited potential residing within each & every moment of your existence. Radiate love, & you will burn brighter than any sun... contemplate kindness & watch your navel expand to become as inviting as a black hole... understand what it means to understand for the first time all over again. The great cosmic heart is beating in tune with our own... asking us to join in the symphony... life is an invitation into the unknown. TAKE IT! And don’t be afraid to ask for more... the universe never runs out of surprises... there’s always something even more amazing than you’d imagined just waiting to be made known... believe me when I say that there is only this moment right now... & it has been happening to you ever since you can remember... & in truth it was happening to you even before then... remember... & again I say remember who & what you truly are before the mundanity of the world makes you forget... these words could never be more relevant than they are right now... & I know you can feel them happening deep inside you.... because that's where they happened inside me... from a place within my own thoughts that I call the Unspoken You... a place too magnificent to keep all hidden to yourself... & so your soul shares the enormity of its being along with the sacredicity of everything else... who & what do you think of when you think of what matters most & is it connectedness at last? Written By: Dreaming-Bear Kanaan From: Anatomy Of The Moment (The Alchemy of Presence) World Wide Publication Release Date 11/11/06