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
in the stillness of God.
Lost in a cloud of peace,
the unseen light shines everywhere.
It colors the imagination
made active in love.
Everything is beautiful.
Hands soothe away pain.
Hands welcome the body home.
The mind returns to its body
as the body returns to God.
God is loving us from the inside
without form, without name.
God, outside all systems:
clear, clean, transparent,
colored only by the experience
of God
that somehow
I am.
July 14, 2001
LION AND LAMB
The ecstatic lion
stretches and roars.
Every sinew is taunt,
every muscle contraction
is itÕs joy.
From out of young aspen trees,
high on a wind swept ridge
the terrible lamb descends.
The ecstatic lion
leaps up and devours the lamb
and the terrible lamb,
from the inside,
eats the lion.
Such a feast:
lion eating lamb,
lamb eating lion!
The ecstatic lamb roars.
The terrible lion
ascends amongst
young aspen trees
to peacefully watch
the wind.
DELIVERANCE DAY
The dark guard
falls and is broken.
A knot has been untied.
The free child
twirls in a joyous dance
and runs into the arms
of the King and His queen.
Both the KingÕs austere Counselor
and the QueenÕs black Mammy
are laughing.
Someone is singing up in a tree.
ItÔs the crazy minstrel of God.
Only the birds are listening.
August 9, 2001
THE LOST BOY
What happened to the magical boy
who wandered the seashore,
peering into deep, fish-filled holes
in the worn rocks of sea tides;
who skimmed over the blue skin
of the ocean on his belly,
riding the power of white waves
in to the hot shore?
He climbed a tree
and became a snake:
hanging upside down,
lost in his own sensuous coils;
he gave up his innocence
to a dirty magazine;
then snuck out a widow
and fell into
a fathomless
dark hole.
And for years his sorrow
has arisen in my heart,
the wordless clamoring
of his lonely alienation.
Now the doors are open,
as my body has opened,
and the lost boy,
riding on a dark cloud,
weeping and grieving,
has come to the innocent river
he remembers
was his home.
The lost boy drinks.
THE HEAD OOZES OUTÉ
The brutal man dies
in the river of Love.
The wild man
dances around his fire.
The pirate dances
on a wave-swept deck.
A monk goes on his rounds,
singing praises in the dark,
guided by the light
in his mind.
Flowers fall
from a wild tongue;
oils run out of fingers
to sooth the wounded body.
Somebody is howling
his pain to the sky.
Someone is shouting
his prayers to the sun.
Someone is being born
in crazy wisdom:
the head oozes out
of the fragrant hole;
the Spirit
opens the body
and gleams.
SEX IS A WILD-EYED THING
Sex is such a wild-eyed
and primal thing.
The raw rooster crows;
the donkey brays
hysterically in the night.
A cat stretches:
its whole body
so naturally orgasmic
in a Buddha-like way.
For a moment,
reflected in my eyes
I see a cave painter,
a wild dancer
of incantations,
a hunter smeared with blood.
The hawk plunges its beak
into the hot body
of its prey:
ItÕs eyes are fierce
with delight.
A lion rolls
in the blood
of a dying gazelle.
Wild, primal,
sticky with the sap
of oozing spring,
the cave man
tears meat from a bone,
and howls his ferocious pleasure
into the face
of fire.
Sex, a wild
incantation
of God.
THIS IS A FEAST
The body is GodÕs temple.
God loves His dwelling place.
She loves my body
and makes my soul sing peace.
His light flowing into me
opens my being.
I unfold in Love.
In the mingling of Spirit and sense,
heaven kisses earth
and earth heaven.
This is a feast!
INNOCENT LOVE FLOWS
The innocent love of the Lamb flows
through our innocent intent
to be open..
We open our heart
and our heart sings
with the spiritual riverÕs
silvery songs.
Love flows, loving us,
loving our souls,
our opening bodies.
Love sings its
innocent songs
in every cell.
August 17, 2001
THE HARMONY IS HIS
The sun rises over the hills.
Warmth floods the world.
The hills are singing with birds.
The trees lift their arms
to lovingly embrace the wind.
This is GodÕs world,
the harmony is His.
The little river flows on,
free in its fluid movement.
The moon is dim,
resting her silver sliver
in a blanket of blue.
This is GodÕs world,
the harmony is His.
I lean out over my balcony,
arms spread open
to welcome the sun,
to welcome the wind,
to welcome the naked shivers
of God.
The little river is flowing
through my heart.
This is GodÕs world,
the harmony is His.
WASHING
Innocent hands
convey innocent Love.
I am washing in Holy Love.
All my body is pure
in the pure flow of God.
The look of an angel
blesses my good body,
my holy sexuality.
This is the quiet revolution
of Love:
health happens.
THE MOMENT OF GOD
It has all come down to this:
To live in the moment of God
where the river of Life flows,
where the light of Christ shines,
where the adventure of faith unfolds.
August 30, 2001 Denmark
YOUNG JOY
Christ, the Young Joy,
Ancient Child, Lamb:
Young Joy loving meÑ
the Child whose fingers
are little shining candles.
Young Joy free:
the wind of light
moving through a billion stars.
Young Joy laughing:
the Lamb laughing in me.
God laughing at the miracle
of a heart opening
and dancing GodÕs dance.
Young Joy, innocent
and ecstatic.
The Ancient Child moves
like a lithe aspen in a breeze.
Young Joy, free and wildÑ
splashing colors,
creating and birthing
visions of beauty.
YOUNG JOY II.
Young Joy loving meÑ
the Child whose fingers
are little shining candles.
Young Joy free:
the wind of light
moving through a billion stars.
Young Joy laughing,
the Lamb laughing in me:
God laughing at the miracle
of a heart opening.
Young Joy, innocent,
ecstatic and free.
The Holy Spirit gurgles up.
I am laughing
and washing in Love.
August 30, 2001
ALIVE IN THE CURRENTS OF GOD
Alive in the currents of God
growth happens without effort.
Up the green stem
silver waters flow.
Rain pours out of naked sky.
The worm that ate the bloom
is dissolving in Love.
Hands shine.
Doors lift up.
The Sun descends.
My mortal body is being loved,
loved, wholly loved.
This is deathless freedom.
WITHOUT EFFORT
Love is loving
through an open heart:
Without effort, the eternal wheel
turns, the sun, the moon, the stars
revolving around density, fireÉ nothing.
Without effort, Love is loving.
The world spins
around an empty heart.
FROM HAY TO HOLY HILLS
A little cow
has lifted its eyes
from hay to Holy Hills.
A Hebrew sun shines in one eye;
an Indian moon in the other.
She eats fat grasses
and drinks sun-lit waters.
The little cow is silent by day,
but all night she speaks
her simple moo to the stars.
Her heart is open and pure.
She is dreaming of wild colors
she has never seen:
something far beyond
brown and green.
When it comes her time
to be milked
the bucket will overflow
with cream.
RIBALDOÕS DISCOURSE ON FREEDOM
A drunkard asked Ribaldo,
how can I be free?
Ribaldo took a drink of God,
spun around three times and said,
ÒBecause you are drunk
I will tell you plainly:
Break the golden image
and be free to be a fool,
to speak what love says,
to do what the wind inspires you to do.
You must have a passion
to be ridiculed
to be a free man, my friend:
to be laughed as if you were an imbecile;
to be happily special to no oneÑ
not even GodÑ
to have one passion, one duty:
to open the windows
of your heart that Light
raps its bright knuckles onÑ
nothing elseÑto drink Light
and pour, letting Love flow
into naked air
like rose fragrance,
tree breath, a birdÕs song.Ó
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But the drunkard had fallen
into a stupor without hearing a word
and slept.
So Ribaldo laughed and laughed
and put his hands on him
and blessed him.
September 2, 2001
Denmark
SOPPING UP LOVE
IÕm learning to love me
as everyone should love them.
Then God, loving All,
would freely flow
through every open heart,
pouring through souls
into souls:
everyone sopping
up Love
to say it
and do it,
like they were in
some kind of Holy dream.
August 30, 2001
A SIMPLE OPEN HEART
A simple open heart: the naked child is free!
Wisdom flows everywhere, and is effortlessly busy.
The busyness of Wisdom is a perfect harmony of peace.
An open heart flowing in GodÕs wisdom
rests in effortless effort.
One thing is necessary, to open our hearts.
Let God be.
Let God flow through.
Let God Love our bodies, our minds, our souls.
God loves what God makes.
The body is good:
Its opening is salvation.
Let God love your mindÑthe miracle of thought.
Let God love your deep soul, and weave His dreams
into the fabric of your being.
Let God make your emotions warm as sunlight with His Love.
Let God love your voice into a milky voice:
voice of poetry, voice of growing things,
voice of the sea.
Let God love your alienated ego, and bring it home.
Let every shadow of grief bring its weeping
into the council of the Heart.
Comfort the grieving one with Love.
Bath the grieving one with Spirit.
Parent the dark child with Light.
Only Love dissolves darkness into Love.
EXCERPT 1.
A simple open heart: the naked child is free!
Wisdom flows everywhere, and is effortlessly busy.
The busyness of Wisdom is a perfect harmony of peace.
One thing is necessary, to open our hearts.
EXCERPT II.
Comfort the grieving one with Love.
Bath the grieving one with Spirit.
Parent the dark child with Light.
Only Love dissolves darkness into Love.
GIVE THE GO A HEAD TO GOD.
Give the go a head to God.
Pour resistance into a cauldron of the sun.
Listen to every alienated voice
and bring the prodigals home to Love.
Then the heart will remain open
without effort
and the flowing Wisdom
will flood.
OUT COMES YOUR SINGING
In the moment of time,
without expectations,
this is my happiness
this my completion:
I open my heart
and out comes Your singing.
Simple and open,
the moment is fluid,
a river that flows
from a motionless sea.
I am quiet and watching
from eternity.
OUT OF THE FORMLESS
Out of the formless
all forms arise:
this is the singing
of GodÕs tongue of beauty.
Formless and nothing,
IÕm turning and falling
out of the words
into the thinking;
out of the thinking
into the Listener
Golden, Invisible and Free:
Loving and Loving
and Loving and Loving
and Loving and Loving
and Loving me.
TOTALITY
All that matters is the Spirit
the Spirit, the Spirit,
the Spirit pouring through
all things, in all experiences,
the naked breath,
the blue, spacious current...
of Spirit.
Centered in the heart:
the Spirit.
Pouring through the brain:
the Spirit.
Speaking through the voice:
the Spirit.
Opening the senses:
the Spirit.
Spilling out the love:
the Spirit.
Welcoming the body home:
the Spirit,
Spirit,
Spirit.
GODÕS POCKETS
The poet speaks for the listeners,
to evoke a radical change of heart:
the old stories woven
with new metaphorsÑ
language sings
spirit meaningÑ
the opening of the heart
to the Great Love;
the soul as a pocket
on the thigh of God.
In goes the world
and all its sensations.
God empties His pockets:
out comes poems
of true existence.
GODÕS POCKET II.
The poet sang for the listeners,
to evoke a radical change of heart.
The old stories woven with new metaphors;
language singing the SpiritÕs meaning:
the opening of His heart to the Great Love;
His soul was a pocket on the thigh of God.
In went the world and all its sensations.
God emptied His pocket: out came poems
of true existence.
THE HOLY AS AN ANCIENT CHILD
The holy as an Ancient Child
comes in a RiverÕs flow
and in the laughter of a Lamb
Love and healing grow
as the soul and body open
while the
deep mind slowly turns
and death and dark and sorrow melt
as the inner Menorah burns.
And God comes home to the body
Ôtill the
body moves in Grace
and birds and books and bells and beasts
shine with the Holy Face.
This is the feast of Eshoo,
the Jesus of the Greeks,
as the Love of all the Heavens
is food for he who seeks
the rich and rare and beautiful
eternal as a home
down in straw and string beans
rocks and trees and loam.
And God comes home to the body
and fills the
bodyÕs space:
a warm and sensuous body,
lustrous with His Face.
THE GUARDIAN ROO
A tender little child
too innocent to wander wild in this world
so she suckled on the young woman
who she guarded with her innocent love.
A tender little child,
curious and shy and longing to be held,
she held the young woman
in the warmth of human love:
the instinct to bless and be blessed,
the intimacies of spiritual Love.
A tender little child,
too innocent to wander wild in this world,
Life took her tenderly
through deathÕs momentary violence
to work a deeper healing
in the young woman
God had given her to love.
IN HER HEART IS A CHILD
In her heart is a child
too innocent to wander wild in this world.
She suckles innocent Love from GodÕs young breasts.
She is a tender child, curious and shy
and longing to be held,
to pour out her Spirit
in someoneÕs arms.
Tough as leather in her stand
against callousness and cruelty
she suffers to stay alive to miracles.
Painting pictures, colors of freedom,
whimsy and passion of dreamsÉ
she sails her porcelain boat
upon an azure sea
and paints a duckÕs eyes ruby red,
its feet like emeralds in a field of gold.
When she drinks rose petal tea
her mind caresses light and moves
with ease to open her heart,
to drop her clothes,
to embrace the sun into her circling arms,
to hide the moon under her hair.
July 19, 2003
GOD OPENS THE BODY
The sweet tenderness,
the painfully sweet opening.
The utterly vulnerable opening.
The complete Yes to the body.
The abandonment of trust.
The sweet flowering of innocent energy.
The clean blooming.
The naked opening without a hope of defense.
The warm milkiness.
The pure cream of the opening.
The earthy fragrances of the good body.
The trembling innocence.
The white showers.
The sparkling clarity.
The complete surrenderÉ
GOD OPENS THE HEART
The sweet tenderness,
the painfully sweet opening.
The utterly vulnerable opening.
The sweet flowering of innocent energy.
The sun within the heart.
The opening rose within the sun.
The clean blooming.
The naked opening without a hope of defense.
The door of white light within the heart of the rose.
The warm milkiness.
The pure cream of the opening.
The soft pink within the white Light.
The trembling innocence.
The white showers.
The sparkling clarity.
The complete meltingÉ
Drink me down
into Naked Space.
Drink me
infinitely tender Love
into Love completely.
SIMPLE OPENING
Simple opening into holy innocence:
hands open the body within the body.
The heart drinks softly,
like a lover absorbs the fragrance
of the belovedÕs rose.
One by one, the 7 flames are lit.
Through LoveÕs constancy of grace
the 7 flames become One flame.
In that light the final fear slowly melts
and with it, its shadowy secret of pride.
Everything is as it is.
Everything is allowed.
All that is missing is what was always missing.
Without that tension, Life is pure ease.
BREATHE IN LOVE
Feel the little current of wind
you call your breath
move through the emptiness
of your nostrils,
down into your breast.
Open the sky of your breast
to Love.
Breathe it in, breathe it out,
this silent Light,
this open space, this naked breeze.
Open your eyes and look around.
Here are the mirrors of God,
each one unique, each one
full of unknown stories,
each one limitlessly Loved.
Let the Great Love pour out
of your open, spacious heart
with the Great Yes of the child
within you that Loves Love.
Breathe in Love,
breathe out Love to the one
your eyes meet.
Drink them as they drink you.
Let the voice of Love arise
from the silence of your heart
and let Love love each one
with countless blessings.
This is the feast of Love.
This is the place beyond sorrow where every child
is free.