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Somehow, This Key
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| My body is God’s place of delight as His Spirit is mine. I love the open spaciousness, the naked sky of God, He loves my pink flesh, my ecstasy, my innocence, my earthy peace. How did this happen? What event, what time? God flows effortlessly into my body through open windows, like a deep, free breath, like a silent laugh. God is loving me for I am learning to allow it: to experience what has always been true. God is so free! The prudish god died and fell down on his prudish little head. Where did this huge, robust laughter come from? The Spiritual Artist, ecstatic about His work a sensual feast. Somehow, this key: God is loving my body… and my spirit is free! |
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Poem © Blake Steele 2004
May be copied for inspirational purposes |
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