(Inspired by Quantum Physics)
We are, all of us,
trembling into existence
in this very moment,
shining with our own Light,
dying and being born
again and again
within the fields of Light
in which we shiver,
a quavering, illusive mass,
a shudder out of silence.


Trees have taught us
of their unseen roots:
the gnarled, twisted
thrusts, the labyrinth lips
that suck life
in dark ground.
So what of birds?
What roots them
into air?
Unseen tendrils
drinking wind,
lapping sky.
And a child?
What roots each one
into the Great Mystery
of their own existence:
what wispy curl
of breath;
what lambent
kiss of Light,
with lips in Light,
nursing brilliance
into blood?


About Blake Steele

I am a poet, writer, workshop leader, recording artist... half monk, half pirate, passionate for Life and Love to triumph in the world. I'm American by birth, but am living in Sweden for a while: writing, growing, deepening with amazing, open-hearted people, as well as developing Wild Words Creative Writing Classes and Wild Souls Workshops around the world.
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