NO RESISTANCE TO LOVE
Poems on naked being
by Blake Steele
2005
INDEX
A...
A
FISH, BLIND WITH TEARS
AT
ALTURNATIVEBYN
A
TENDER BREEZE POURS
C...
COUNTING
12 FLAMES
DRIFTING
OVER NAKED BEING
DRINK
GODŐS LOVE
FÉ
FOR
THE LISTENER
GÉ
GODŐS
JOY
H.
HERE
WE ARE
IÉ
I
AM IN GOD
I
DO NOT ASK FOR WHAT IS FAIR
I
JUST SAW A SUNSET
IMPRESSIONS FROM MUNDAKULLA
IN
NAKED SURRENDER
IN
PARADISO
LÉ
LOOK
AT ME
LOVE
IN EVERY CELL
MÉ
MAKING
LOVE TO GOD THIS WAY
NÉ
REALITY
BREATHES
NO
RESISTANCE
OÉ
OUR
WOUNDED MINDS
SÉ
SANDRA
HEALING AT SANNA TORPET
SHADOWS
DEPARTING
TÉ
TAKING
YOUR SEAT
THE
BEDROOM OF HEARTS
THE
BREATH OF PRAYER
THE
CHILD SITS
THE
GOSPEL OF THOMAS
THE
GREAT LOVE SPEAKS
THE
GREAT SMILE
THE INNOCENT WIND BLOWING
THE
NAKEDNESS OF EVERYTHING
THEN
AND NOW
THE
ONE SONG
THE
POETŐS SONG
TWO
SKIES
THE
SKY A BLUE HAND
TO EMBRACE ALL THINGS
WÉ
WE
ARE
WHEREVER
THE PRESENCE POURS
WILD
THINGS
I
AM IN GOD
In
God there is no resistance.
I
am in God.
In
the sun, there are no shadows.
I
am in God.
In
the pure flow there are no contradictions.
I
am in God.
In
the wind no stones fly.
I
am in God.
THE
GREAT SMILE
The
body is good as milk
as
innocent as flowers.
Deeper,
through the veils,
as
the layers open and part,
the
Naked Being shines.
Here
is the Great Smile.
Here
is constant Kindness.
GODŐS
JOY
June
29, 2004
Innocence
of being is pure being,
and
against such there is no law,
for
pure being is as it is:
and
all it flows through is as it isŃ
pure
again, free again, fully loved.
The
pure milk of my body,
the
pure silk of a womanŐs body,
the
open, empty, ecstasy rising in the belly.
These
are gifts of the Great Lover.
These
are GodŐs pleasures.
NO
RESISTANCE
July
16, 2004
Torpit
Cottage
Ecstasy
points beyond itself and whispers
with
silky breath,
go
deeper.
Do
not grasp the ecstatic, white flame!
Let
the flooding flow.
Let
the whole body move
as
the body loves to move:
the
innocent arching, the hot swell
of
blood, the sweet, silky blossoming.
And
go deeper.
Ride
the tiger into deep tenderness,
into
the innocence of God.
Take
a bath in clean ecstasy.
Open
wide and drink in the essence of the other.
Feel
their body tremble. Move with their movements.
Follow
yours.
Let
the opening fully open. Dive in.
And
go deeper. Pass beyond
the
blinding White Light.
Nothing
fully satisfies
but
God.
THE INNOCENT WIND BLOWING
All over the world
young girls are exploring their innocent bodies,
feeling their softness, sensing their budding
womanhood,
in their sweet swelling breasts,
feeling their wetness opening, their yearning arising
for something they cannot fully know or feel.
It is this innocent wind that is now blowing
all over the world. This arising of pure being
from the fountains of innocence deep within
the human body, deep within the dark--
that gleam of light. And all over the world
women are growing more ecstatic at being women,
and wondering where all this will lead.
And the wind keeps blowing, and the breath of Life
keeps growing stronger, moving into the bodyŐs cells
as light, seeping up through the layers of the soul
to clear the old shame away
and open the deep heart, like a soft, wet bud,
trembling and breaking open, yawning wide
to receive the huge, radiant emptiness
of fathomless holy Love.
LOVE
IN EVERY CELL
Every
cell is as innocent as sunlight
in
the shine of Pure Being.
MAKING
LOVE TO GOD THIS WAY
Making
Love to God this way,
through
the naked center opening
in
pure reflection of the naked body opening
its
most tender and ecstatic core,
is
celebration of the union
of
essence with essence
in
the utterly simple,
pure
nature of Love.
LET
THE BEAUTY THROUGH
Lil
Torpet
July
17, 2004
Love
melts through as pure poetry:
Life
sings in its own language:
Life
itselfŃ
that
great mystery no lover ever
seeks
to solve.
Love
reveals the wonder
and
wonder opens the heart to beautyŃ
that
ravishment of Love.
Let
the beauty through: it isnŐt yours
to
possess or use. It is the deepest you
and
its tenderness is as strong
as
a star.
Melt
to Love and become an infection.
Those
who catch it will love you forever.
Someone
said, Meditate on the scriptures,
but
Love made me jump.
I
had to twirl and sing.
There
is no use trying to be respectable.
When
the wind blows through the tree,
the
tree goes wild.
THEN
AND NOW
Once
I busily added to my storehouse of knowledge,
now
I only want to run around naked in Love.
TWO
SKIES
To
be open and innocent in the pure emptiness
of
an inner sky is more beautiful than
a
world chock-full of things under an outer.
THE
ONE SONG
There
is one song that the poetry in me
now
longs to sing:
how
to surrender totally to emptiness
and
to be a poem in the silence
of
that wordless song.
IN
NAKED SURRENDER
In
naked surrender, in tender opening,
in
the penetration of pure Love
we
will find the nameless who has many names
and
wash together in one radiance,
and
relax open in one spacious place
forgiven
and forgiving
before
one face.
THE
GOSPEL OF THOMAS
Take
off all your clothes
and
sit nakedly
before
the naked Presence of God.
Take
off the clothes of self-blame,
the
familiar habits of fear and shame.
Allow
the fountain to erupt
from
the deep core of your
opening
heart.
Laugh
in the sweet surge of it.
Go
ahead.
God
laughs in you
as
shadows whiff away
in
this peace of pure fire;
this
spill of LoveŐs river;
this
clean breath of freedom
TAKING YOUR SEAT
Take
your seat at the center
and
sit in LoveŐs chair
and
there open wide
your
heart,
your body,
your beingÉ
Here
is the secret place of wonder;
here
the sound of nothing
that
surges like sweetness
upon
your inner ear.
Here
the voice of God whispers
to
wash through your soul
with
infinite care.
Here
is the waterless fountain
that
heals
in
the chair at the center,
where
you sit up and sing
in
a circle of nothing,
that
brings all you love
into
being:
magical
chair of knowing and seeing
and
feeling that which is not
as
it was and shall beŃ
compassionŐs
creation of things that are free.
SHADOWS DEPARTING
Until
the shadows flit away
mount
the place where the free breath blows,
where
that shining innocence that knows
seeps
brain & body
healing
well every cherry-colored cell.
Say
Yes! to the ecstatic joy.
You
are! Rising star within a StarÉ
And
let every resistive shadow,
which
banters and batters,
slip
sideways like a dark cloud into Day
to
grieve itself away.
HERE
WE ARE
Here we are, with our secret stories
held in the book of our mysterious souls,
longing to be read by someone
with luminous, laughing eyes.
Here we are, holding the secret sun
that shines without wavering
through the backdoor of our hearts.
Here we are, shadows of ourselves,
longing to become, or to die:
to melt every pain away
until the naked child laughs
and dances free.
Here we are, held and cherished
by a tenderness of infinite
welcoming that wants to drink us down
into the warm receptivity of Holy Love.
Here we are. Look around.
No one is boring or common here.
For in this feast of Love
everyone is a mystery beyond comprehension;
in this feast of Love, everyone shines.
WE ARE
This tension in the fabric of your mind
is raw grief trying to become something.
Give up. Fall away from all that need
and start finding
the singing of empty open space
at the root of your heart.
You are a pure nothing.
You are Love pouring through.
You are totally free.
You are you.
Breathe deeply.
Feel your empty breath.
Move a little back. Be that!
THE
POETŐS SONG
Poets
burn sleep,
into
light
like
the blood-smeared,
like
the disciple
who
only feared
the
eclipse of God
until
his great descent
when
night seized
his
throat
and
he stood dumb and innocent
in
the midst of torments
until
hell birthed his heart
like
a song.
WILD
THINGS
Your
name is being called
by
sacred beings
who
are silent
and
listeningÉ
Eat
their music.
There
are dangerous things down here,
for
your liberation.
Eat
their noise.
Be Love. Stop running.
July
30, 2004
SANDRA
HEALING AT SANNA TORPET
She
stretched,
and
lifted her body up
and
it seemed that all the young trees
of
the world reached their branches up
through
her arms to touch the sky.
And
the life in her had to dance
and
toss her head around
to
let her yellow hair swirl
like
seaweed in the pools
of
Swedish shores.
It
was only later that the sorrows
took
her into that distant place
where
a small girl sat dumb
and
motionless at the feet
of
a father who asked of her
what
no child can give.
So
she wept until a forgotten golden lady
came
to wrap the little child in love.
And
life came into her small feet,
and
song slowly stirred in her tiny chest,
and
dim light arose in dark, clouded eyes.
And
to the young woman
who
held the child like a pearl
in
her heart,
tears
came like rain
on
the sea pools
of
dark shores.
*
Later,
as I photographed her
opening
all her being
to
the Great Love,
a
sublime look,
like
di VinciŐs Mona Lisa,
bloomed
opened through the playfulness
of
our eyes as the light
of
a young womanŐs joy
pierced
me
and
melted open
my
old longing
for
that radiant woman
who
now loves me
from
the free fields
of
heaven.
August
1, 2004
Sanna
Torpet
THE
BREATH OF PRAYER
How
much beauty can you contain?
Breathe
the beauty in.
How
much ecstasy?
Breathe
the beauty out.
This
emptiness is ecstatic.
Breathe
the beauty in.
It
falls without effort
down
to the toes.
Breathe
the beauty out.
It
floods out your heart into the world.
Breathe
the beauty in.
This
breath is pure prayer.
Breathe
the beauty out.
FOR
THE LISTENER
The
sacred silence
receives
all speech.
QuietŃ
the
dove-eyed
One listens.
Or
laughŃ
for
this Listener
is
Love.
REALITY BREATHES
Holy
Spirit
Ruah,
Holy
Breath:
the
separations fall away
in
a clean wind.
Body
brims with being,
being
blows through body,
simple
and clear:
the
child-like reality
of
the One Holy.
DRIFTING
OVER NAKED BEING
Receiving
the naked Being of God
into
my core
is
naked being drifting
over
naked Being:
a
silver fish swimming
over
golden sand.
I
DO NOT ASK FOR WHAT IS FAIR
I
do not ask for what is fair
but
only for what is graciously given,
the
unearnable gifting
of
the radiant God:
sweet,
innocent Being
flowing
as free as a naked breeze
into
naked Being.
Shining
Being as constant as sunlight.
There
is no way to earn such a gift
but
only the completed Yes
uttered
by the melting heartŃ
only
a complete allowing of the end of grief
or
its turn towards Love
so
the enigmatic separation can cease.
THE
NAKEDNESS OF EVERYTHING
The
nakedness of everything
is
found in its silence
for
all is silent in being:
only
waves of light,
only
small points shining
together
in the wide sheets
of
light called Paradise.
Music
is a phenomena of Love;
sound
an illusive gift
in
the miracle mirror of the mindŃ
enigmatic
delights in oceans of being,
for
the only sake of Love,
and
the celebration
of
silence as song.
COUNTING 12 FLAMES
The
sun shines
bathing
my body in pure radiance,
and
piercing into me.
The
center of my brain
is
open, spacious Light.
My
voice spills out light
in
silent waves for listeners to hear.
My
heart is an open portal
to
the pink rose of God.
My
will is free, for at last
it
is all happening.
My
belly is a warm green place,
lush
with the earthŐs exuberance
in
response to Light:
of
a free, tangled growth of dark
and
bright feelings.
My
loins are two sweet roses of light
and
the good milk of light,
the
teeming seed that becomes
the
radiant child.
My
feet are light walking
through
seas of light undulating
into
form: the Word of Alaha.
My
hands shine like little suns,
my
fingers like little stars.
THE
BEDROOM OF HEARTS
This
empty place,
this
naked space,
this
full nothing
is
the bridal chamber of hearts:
only
a man of light can enter here;
only
a woman of radiance
can
drop her robes in this dark.
IMPRESSIONS FROM MUNDAKULLA
The
child in white stands before
a
leathery old woman who wears turquoise necklaces
and
east Indian rings.
The
old woman is wise, and knows
she
is in the presence of invincible power.
The
childŐs hair is white and softly gleams.
The
old woman is silent and serine.
The
heart of the child could burst into laughter
at
the slightest provocation, but feeling
mystery
in the old womanŐs eyes,
stands
waiting, as if not sure what to do.
The
old woman crosses her hands over her heart
in
reverence for the holiness she feels.
The
child copies her movements for no particular reason.
Their
eyes mirror that deep smile
that
arises in the light of an otherŐs face.
Either
one of them could burst into laughter
at
the slightest provocation.
WHEREVER THE PRESENCE POURS
Wherever
the Presence pours
the
world shines.
The
Presence pours everywhere:
the
world shines.
A
TENDER BREEZE POURS
A subtle breeze pours
and
moves tender young trees.
The
response is shimmering
and
instantaneous.
Breeze
and branch are one.
Little
leaves clatter.
This
ceaseless rattling
is
nothing but praise.
I
JUST SAW A SUNSET
I just saw a sunset
that was fire in the bones of the sky.
It was a celestial insectŐs flaming belly.
It was a divine orgasm in color.
It was music.
AT
ALTURNATIVEBYN
(a
miracle observed)
For
Sandra
A
soul that scratches in the mist,
lanterned
and longing,
turning
to tip the cup of the crescent moon
and
drink its luminescent drops,
cries,
lifts her long arms
and
shudders as the pain passes through.
From
this cup a dark brew
steams
spectacles on the back side
of
the brain. And her whole body
shakes
as the awakening dream
feels
its own chains and the cold hands
that
clutched and covered it
until
it quivered like a lost child
hiding
under gray cloth in dim lightÉ
Then
she throws off her clothes
in
the intensity of her desire
to
be utterly real
and
the whole thing opens
like
an iris splits its blue bud
to
yawn out its lush gold tongue
and
lick air.
Then
Life streams through
the
empty door of her existence
as
gazelles leap out of blue brush,
and
wild green parrots stretch
their
azure wings, and faces come and go
through
one manŐs face
like
a celebrative parade of those ancient ones
who
sang her young soul from the back side
of
the dark into this full light: where she, being
too
beautiful for her heart to yet tell,
weeps
in the fiery joy of a love
that
shall yet wrap its shining arms
around
the oldest pain known to man
and
kiss herself back into paradise.
TO EMBRACE ALL THINGS
I must write of the sensual heart
of an old weathered man
and the silent circle of light
only the pure can understand,
and of the gifts of soul that are dark and light
like day and night, or the moon,
or the moods of the mind,
or the mystery of Love.
To embrace all things
is to run your hands at last
over the weavings on GodŐs loom,
and here in a moment that holds future and past,
to grasp why we have come
out of secret inner springs
into golden rooms.
OUR
WOUNDED MINDS
Our
wounded minds are like dark fish
swimming
in a luminous sea of innocence.
The
body is as innocent as birds,
as
dew in the grass,
as
sunshine, as a cup.
All
things radiate the innocence of pure existence.
And
the Spirit is tender and innocent beyond belief,
caressing
us with its sublime presence
we
are too lost in cloudy hearts to perceive.
THE
GREAT LOVE SPEAKS
You
who are sleeping in a beautiful Love
what
are you thinking, how do you see?
I
am thinking the moon and sun,
a
wild birdŐs eyes and the hum of a bee,
while
you are thinking of computers and cars,
new
shoes and meeting some guy at a bar.
I
am dreaming you have colorful bones
and
can rattle your hands through beams of stars,
and
how you are taking your beggarŐs cup
and
tripping along on a blaze of stones
are
dipping it deep in my river of gold,
while
you are dreaming of the last lie you told.
Life
in my ears is everywhere singing:
the
chatter of sparrows, the clatter of reeds.
You
heart is silent, except for its needs.
Open
your hands over your heart,
the
secret sun shines, the liquid gold flows,
the
naked child stands in the wind as it blows,
and
all the stars dip from the sky through its mind:
when
will you awake to all you can find
when
your soul from your dream
comes
out into view
in
my beautiful Love.
THE
SKY A BLUE HAND
The
sky, a blue hand sent to cover us,
shines
God everything through.
In
fields we exist of Love
where
whirls curl birds and bleats birth lambs.
Now
singing was,
as
dancing comesÉ
Life
now is and happening.
The
earth, a green hand sent to nestle us,
soul
the warmth while windowed the heartÉ
In
skies we exist of Love
where
curls whirl clouds and poems I am.
Now
singing was,
as
dancing comesÉ
Life
now is and happening.
The
sea, a wild breast sent to suckle us,
shines
God everything through.
LOOK
AT ME
Look
at me
I
am innocence
I
am as clear as a desert sky,
I
am like fresh milk,
I
am free.
Look
at me.
I
am the true mirror of existence.
Look
at me.
Gaze
at me.
I
have no shadow,
I
bear no shame.
IŐm
as straight as sunlight.
Bubbling,
rising, falling freeŃ
I
am the fountain
from
which all Life comes.
Look
at me.
Gaze
at me
in
the mirror of your mind
until
its shadows flit away
Love
me through your open heart
with
this Love
I
am
for
you.
DRINK
GODŐS LOVE
One
night God came down
and
poured Love into my brain
and
songs sprung singing
out
of the night
as
naturally as crickets
wheedle
music from their legsŃ
this
God who loves to bless:
blessing
upon blessing,
blessings
to create.
IN
PARADISO
When
the body awakens to its ecstasy,
has
the child died,
or
merely bloomed ecstatic?
What
a gift ecstasy is!
What
a pure bubbling;
what
a silky sinking;
what
tenderness beyond belief:
the
little silver fish flapping.
the
rose bud softly swelling open.
the
wet dark drinking.
the
spurting milk of life.
Look!
I am alive and innocent
in
my body and brain.
Alaha
looks on me and laughs
as
He laughed in days of old
before
religion descended into its dark.
Ruah,
the sublime feminine spirit,
floods
through my flesh, like a moist cloud
on
a hot day.
I
am open, without judgment.