INNOCENT AND BLESSED

Poetry by Blake Steele

Opened June 30, 2001

Written in FRANCE, DENMARK, AMERICA, SWEDEN…

 

INDEX

 

A…

A HIDDEN SILVER STREAM

ALIVE IN THE CURRENTS OF GOD

A SIMPLE OPEN HEART

 

B…

BREATHE IN LOVE

 

C…

CHRIST THE WILD WISDOM

 

D…

DELIVERANCE DAY

 

E…

EXCERPT I

EXCERPT II.

 

F…

FREE TO LOVE OUR SELF IN LOVING GOD

FROM HAY TO HOLY HILLS

 

G…

GIVE THE GO A HEAD TO GOD

GOD LOVES MY BODY

GOD OPENS THE BODY/GOD OPENS THE HEART

GOD’S POCKETS

GOD’S POCKET II

 

H…

HEALING I.

HEALING II.

 

I…

IN HER HEART IS A CHILD

INNOCENT AND BLESSED

INNOCENT LOVE FLOWS

 

L…

LAYING ON HANDS

LION AND LAMB

 

N…

NAKED INNOCENCE

 

O…

OUT COMES YOUR SINGING

OUT OF THE FORMLESS

 

P…

Practicing openness

 

R…

RIBALDO’S DISCORSE ON FREEDOM

RIBALDO THANKS GOD FOR SEXUAL ECSTASY

 

S…

SEX IS A WILD-EYED THING

SIMPLE OPENING

SOMEHOW, THIS KEY

SOPPING UP LOVE

 

T…

THE GIFT

THE GUARDIAN ROO

THE HARMONY IS HIS

THE HEAD OOZES OUT…

THE HOLY AS AN ANCIENT CHILD

THE LOST BOY

THE MOMENT OF GOD

THE NAKED CHILD

THIS IS A FEAST

TOTALITY

 

W…

WASHING

WE LIVE IN NAKED RADIANCE

WHEN GOD COMES HOME TO THE BODY

WHEN THE BODY COMES HOME TO GOD

WITHOUT EFFORT

 

Y…

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 blood’s 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 God’s body. It is God’s 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

it’s 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 laughing…

innocent and blessed.

 

 

THE GIFT

 

Sexual ecstasy:

soft lightning in two bodies

conceived us

and we grew

in the warm, sensual dark

of our mother’s body—

wet, silky, hot,

beating, moving, breathing.

 

We sucked in warm, sweet milk

from our mother’s 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 infant’s

soft pink flesh:

laughter,

opening,

ecstasy,

joy!

This healing

thankfulness,

this peace…

 

 

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 cell—

the body laughs—

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 God’s 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 work—

a sensual feast.

Somehow, this key:

God is loving my body…

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 Life—

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 God—

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 stem…

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 unaware…

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 it’s 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 King’s austere Counselor

and the Queen’s black Mammy

are laughing.

Someone is singing up in a tree.

It‘s 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 OUT…

 

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:

It’s 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 God’s 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 river’s

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 God’s 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 God’s 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 God’s 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 me—

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 God’s dance.

Young Joy, innocent

and ecstatic.

The Ancient Child moves

like a lithe aspen in a breeze.

Young Joy, free and wild—

splashing colors,

creating and birthing

visions of beauty.

 

 

 

YOUNG JOY II.

 

Young Joy loving me—

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, fire… 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.

 

 

 

 

RIBALDO’S DISCOURSE ON FREEDOM

 

A drunkard asked Ribaldo,

how can I be free?

Ribaldo took a drink of God,

spun around three times and said,

“Because 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 one—

not even God—

to have one passion, one duty:

to open the windows

of your heart that Light

raps its bright knuckles on—

nothing else—to drink Light

and pour, letting Love flow

into naked air

like rose fragrance,

tree breath, a bird’s song.”

                    *

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

 

I’m 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 God’s 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 mind—the 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 God’s tongue of beauty.

Formless and nothing,

I’m 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.

 

 

GOD’S POCKETS

 

The poet speaks for the listeners,

to evoke a radical change of heart:

the old stories woven

with new metaphors—

language sings

spirit meaning—

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.

 

GOD’S 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 Spirit’s 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 River’s 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

‘till  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 body’s 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 death’s 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 God’s young breasts.

She is a tender child, curious and shy

and longing to be held,

to pour out her Spirit

in someone’s 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 dreams…

she sails her porcelain boat

upon an azure sea

and paints a duck’s 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 surrender…

 

 

 

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 melting…

 

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 beloved’s rose.

One by one, the 7 flames are lit.

Through Love’s 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.

 


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