With every breath the Beloved pours pure potentiality
into my heart’s already overflowing cup,
& each night I find my soul slow dancing softly with the stars.
Dreaming-Bear’s heart is a great pen in the hands of Love
seducing you to remember all that you have forgotten
in the amnesia of ego’s understanding.
For everything you have fantasized & dreamed about
are jewels hiding in the folds of Love’s pants pocket
take them out, by reaching into the darkness with intent,
because the opportunity for expansion is floating all around us
filaments of luminosity from the dandelion nebulas.
Come dear one, let’s surrender our story of senses & separation we can give up this conquistador search to own “the golden treasures of truth”& let ourselves to what Midas never could turn darkness into light & become Truth instead
