Innocent and Blessed
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 laughing…
innocent and blessed.
Poem © Blake Steele 2004
May be copied for inspirational purposes
May be copied for inspirational purposes