There is a Trembling of the Heart
There is a trembling
of the heart that comes
in the presence of birth,
or death,
or a pure soul:
for then is sensed
the ceaseless origin
of all things
and a kind of music
of mystery
that has no words...
only an imperceptible
energetic movement.
There is an unbloomed blossom
always opening towards us;
there is milk for our lips
constantly dribbling
from a soft, spiritual breast
until we take off our bodies
to sink beyond silence
into the teeming throngs
of a wing-packed sky.
of the heart that comes
in the presence of birth,
or death,
or a pure soul:
for then is sensed
the ceaseless origin
of all things
and a kind of music
of mystery
that has no words...
only an imperceptible
energetic movement.
There is an unbloomed blossom
always opening towards us;
there is milk for our lips
constantly dribbling
from a soft, spiritual breast
until we take off our bodies
to sink beyond silence
into the teeming throngs
of a wing-packed sky.
Poem © Blake Steele 1996
May be copied for inspirational purposes
May be copied for inspirational purposes