Monday, October 12, 1998

Lovemaking is the essence of being alive.

Oh my love
my bear lover love
oh my love
my deeply philosopher lover love
oh my love
oh my love
oh my love
oh my love
you lay on the couch my love
on the bearskin naked
we haven't made love for days
you stretch out my love
raise your arms over your head
I can see you feeling pleasure my love
I see your body open to me
you are as expansive as the nighttime sky
your naval is a nebula
your nipples like whirling star clusters
he is called to you again
in manifestation
in creation
you curl up in your bear
you pull her around you
and you sing to me
"put on your bearskin my love"
and I put it on
and I am the bear in a moment
you lick me from behind
I raise my haunches up
and growl and grunt
deeper further into the forest we go
knocking over small trees
up the mountain side
into the clear air
upwards into the whiter light
the greener grass further from the others
you lay on your back
your fur on the ground
your head is the bear's
your ears up
your snout down
I kiss you with my snout
my teeth
I growl and grunt
we climb higher
you are wet
and panting
crying out
higher deeper
you turn over
and lift your haunches up my love
I mount you my claws high
and I feel your fur
and see your ears and snout
and only your beautiful fur
gleaming in the morning sun
I am standing and I see the most distant mountains
and the other earths
and the fires and stars being born
and she sings to me
"oh my bear lover
stand and see the ancient bear shaman
oh my love
see the bear constellations
the whirling spinning fires
feel my wetness
smell my fur
and hear my growls
rising to screams"
I come and in that moment
the light expands
and the bear and I merge
and I am bear shaman fully
and you are his lover
she who makes the shaman bear
the wild one
in charge of all bear ceremony
and further back
of the birth of stars
they have told me about you
and now I see what the bears meant

oh my love
later, in the car going home
you sing to me
as your philosopher
"oh my love
the doorway to the spirit
is through making love,
its from the body.
Your body is the temple of spirit,
it knows more than the mind.
The wisdom of the body
is the wisdom of the earth.
It is in physicality.
What does your bear claw scratching my fur teach me about life?
Looking at your claws, making love,
I use my body as my sender and receiver.
I use my eyes seeing your fur,
my skin touching your fur ears,
my taste of you,
my smell of your wet fur
to be there.
Lovemaking is the essence of being alive.
It is the return to the body of the bear.
Oh my love,
I feel your claws and see your fur
and smell the forest and your musty body
and hear your roar
and I see out of eyes of she who makes the shaman bears eyes
I do.
From the top of the tallest mountain
the expansive light
of the new universe is being born from me,
oh my lover
we do."