Poetry by Blake Steele
Opened June 30, 2001
Written in FRANCE, DENMARK, AMERICA, SWEDENÉ
INDEX
AÉ
A HIDDEN SILVER STREAM
ALIVE IN THE CURRENTS OF GOD
A SIMPLE OPEN HEART
BÉ
BREATHE IN LOVE
CÉ
CHRIST THE WILD WISDOM
DÉ
DELIVERANCE DAY
EÉ
EXCERPT I
EXCERPT II.
FÉ
FREE TO LOVE OUR SELF IN LOVING GOD
FROM HAY TO HOLY HILLS
GÉ
GIVE THE GO A HEAD TO GOD
GOD LOVES MY BODY
GOD OPENS THE BODY/GOD OPENS THE HEART
GODÕS POCKETS
GODÕS POCKET II
HÉ
HEALING I.
HEALING II.
IÉ
IN HER HEART IS A CHILD
INNOCENT AND BLESSED
INNOCENT LOVE FLOWS
LÉ
LAYING ON HANDS
LION AND LAMB
NÉ
NAKED INNOCENCE
OÉ
OUT COMES YOUR SINGING
OUT OF THE FORMLESS
PÉ
Practicing openness
RÉ
RIBALDOÕS DISCORSE ON FREEDOM
RIBALDO THANKS GOD FOR SEXUAL ECSTASY
SÉ
SEX IS A WILD-EYED THING
SIMPLE OPENING
SOMEHOW, THIS KEY
SOPPING UP LOVE
TÉ
THE GIFT
THE GUARDIAN ROO
THE HARMONY IS HIS
THE HEAD OOZES OUTÉ
THE HOLY AS AN ANCIENT CHILD
THE LOST BOY
THE MOMENT OF GOD
THE NAKED CHILD
THIS IS A FEAST
TOTALITY
WÉ
WASHING
WE LIVE IN NAKED RADIANCE
WHEN GOD COMES HOME TO THE BODY
WHEN THE BODY COMES HOME TO GOD
WITHOUT EFFORT
YÉ
YOUNG JOY
YOUNG JOY II.
LAST POEM IN FILE: BREATHE IN LOVE
44 poems
THE POEMS
GOD LOVES MY BODY
God loves my body.
A Lamb lives in every cell.
It is God who exults my horn,
like that of a wild ox
and loves the hot bloodÕs swell.
It is God who burns pure emotions
of passion in my belly.
It is God who makes the warrior
choose and act.
It is God who streams Love through my heart.
It is God who sings truth
through my wild voice.
It is God who thinks and dreams
to meld the heart with reason in my mind.
It is GodÕs body. It is GodÕs mind.
God loves my body.
There is a Lamb in every cell.
RIBALDO THANKS GOD FOR SEXUAL ECSTASY
Thank you God
for the wild, pure thing
of sexuality,
the wild, primal, ecstasy
that is silver water rippling
and white smoke.
Thank you God
for the uncontrollable moments
when seized by such ecstasy
the eyes, wide open,
shine with the fierce innocence
of an owl seizing its prey.
If a tiger was a saint
itÕs eyes would look like this
when it eats.
INNOCENT AND BLESSED
To open to God
is to let pure life,
pure Love,
freely flow through us:
The tree is refreshed
by a breeze;
a river bed
is cleansed
by its stream.
The heart opens
in a lime-green light.
The body opens:
whimsical and mystical
and pure beyond belief.
White light
pours out its colors:
everything shines
and cries a sweet cry
of relief.
The belly gives up its shadows:
a warm sun
settles into flesh.
There is sky
in my voice.
Someone has put
a crown on my head.
I am laughingÉ
innocent and blessed.
THE GIFT
Sexual ecstasy:
soft lightning in two bodies
conceived us
and we grew
in the warm, sensual dark
of our motherÕs bodyÑ
wet, silky, hot,
beating, moving, breathing.
We sucked in warm, sweet milk
from our motherÕs soft breasts
and felt joy in the ooze
of hot paste between our legs.
We grew, sensual little children
under the warm sun,
curious, longing to be open,
to taste, to smell life.
The free movements
of our lithe bodies
shone with innocence.
Then God gave us sex:
silver shivers,
the cool little fish
expanding, warm,
soft, swelling
hot, hard,
the sky flooding
our opening bellies.
And this is good,
good, very good,
and always innocent
and pure.
This is life
as it really is:
before the wounds,
before the misdirections
into dirty gutters,
into dullness
and life
simpering
like a dying fish
in the stink
of dark water.
NAKED INNOCENCE
Naked innocence
What a blessing.
Light shines:
the body opens,
the joy of Heaven
mingles with the joy
of Earth.
Pure water gurgles
through the loins.
Birds twirl in the belly.
God is loving
the masterpiece He has made.
The body sings innocence
in the innocence
of God.
June 28, 2001
La Lunette, France
HEALING I.
Empty,
except for a tender blossoming,
a pink cloud
of infant pleasure.
It grows.
I open and it fills,
moving up
like a fragrance
from fields
of young roses.
It grows and fills,
I open and open.
Empty, open:
the sky is pink:
opening,
breathing in and out
fragrance of joy,
my body as innocent
as flowers,
as an infantÕs
soft pink flesh:
laughter,
opening,
ecstasy,
joy!
This healing
thankfulness,
this peaceÉ
HEALING II.
Healing
is opening to God.
The free, open joy,
the naked innocence.
The heart opens in green light,
fresh as young trees in spring.
The belly is warm with rich, earthy feelings.
The voice sings sky and birds.
Healing is having one intent:
to heal, to open, to let Love
flow through unhindered,
to be free.
Healing is opening to God.
WHEN THE BODY COMES HOME TO GOD
When the body comes home to God
all doors open, walls fall down.
When the body finds its goodness
in the light of innocent eyes,
windows open in the heart, in the belly,
in the mind and loins;
the opposites kiss,
color explodes
out of white light.
Innocent hands are laid
on innocent flesh
blood dances,
bones heal,
old wounds open
and darkness dissolves in light.
When the body comes home to God
the spirit is free,
having its own beautiful home,
clean, and open, and clear--
the eternal, happy in mortality.
WHEN GOD COMES HOME TO THE BODY
When God comes home to the body
the Infinite
is happy,
having a home,
a welcoming,
a warm place upon His own Earth.
When God comes home to the body,
He sings, like a little child
opening a present:
God, opening the body,
stretching out,
birthing, becoming real
to the senses again.
Then innocent eyes open
within each cellÑ
the body laughsÑ
and God laughs
in our blood,
each place She flows,
cool or hot,
north or south,
God in the flesh,
laughing like little
silver fish
laugh above white sand,
God laughing, our body
pink and innocent
and happy:
God laughing through
our open faces
into His world.
SOMEHOW, THIS KEY
My body is GodÕs 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 workÑ
a sensual feast.
Somehow, this key:
God is loving my bodyÉ
and my spirit is free!
CHRIST THE WILD WISDOM
Christ is the wild wisdom of God.
Who can tame the lighter of stars?
Who can confine
He who forms mountains,
Who makes the sun burn?
Wild wisdom makes
the whole body
welcomed home
to the busy, peaceful
working of ecstatic LifeÑ
the silver currents
of Holy joy.
Faith, in the wild Christ
miraculously heals,
transforms things,
drives hordes of little warpies
out of horrid little nests,
airs out big rooms,
makes the walls shine white
the windows clean and clear.
Faith, in the wild Christ
is the free working of pure Love
to create beauty, joy,
the wild wonders
of the Free God.
Faith is the deep heart
joyously embracing reality
in a slow
silent surge
up from the core,
opening all the being.
This is the freedom of Christ,
the wild wisdom,
the naked flow
of God.
A NAKED CHILD
A naked child,
exploring, open
and wondering:
laughing
at being human,
laughing
at being
full of God.
July 3, 2001
FREE TO LOVE OUR SELF IN LOVING GOD
Free to love our self in loving GodÑ
harmony flows.
Happiness is the natural flow of God.
A HIDDEN SILVER STREAM
The rose of the world
drinks the nectar of the sun,
a hidden silver stream
seeps up its stemÉ
Soon, soon,
with the blooming
comes the song
of rose-breath
in the wind.
July 8, 2001
WE LIVE IN NAKED RADIENCE
We live in the naked
radiance of God,
in the total openness
of divine laughter,
in gurgles of Life,
in a Universal fountain,
in the slow gush
called ecstasy
rushing from Heaven
back to Heaven
at the speed of Love.
And we are unawareÉ
We are like bats
flying blind
into a lake
of light.
July 12, 2001
La Lune Nette, France
Laying on hands. The soul stands still in the stillness of
God. A cloud of peace: the unseen light shines everywhere. It colors the
imagination made active in love. Hands soothe away pain. Hands welcome the body
home. When the heart is pure, the river that does not move, flows.
July 12, 2001
LAYING ON HANDS
When the heart is pure,
the river that does not move,
flows.
The soul stands still