THERE IS A QUIET SEER

THERE IS A QUIET SEER
(A meditation upon the philosophy of Heschel)

There is a quiet seer
who gazes at the seer.
The gazed at seer
most often grows undazzled by the act of seeing,
being too enmeshed in the unconscious act
of memory recall
and interpretation.
The ineffable becomes an image
with which, in our developing judgment,
we are familiar.
This image is in the gazed at seer,
being a miraculous mental reproduction
of the unknown reality
within which
the ever silent seer
who gazes at the gazed at seer
lives in ecstasies
so great
as to have rendered
it dumb.

FROM THE ELECTRIC WILDNESS

From the electric wildness
of some little girl’s hair
to the slow essence of swans
creation is speaking.
Its visible syllables
are a power
we are far too dull unto
to be reckoned a sane race.
Therefore, the poet must be free
to sense and to speak.
And the poet’s words
should sound something like this:
“Blue sky… Be Amazed!
Budding branch… Celebrate!
Bird on the branch…
Blow me away with Praises!”

ALL THE LIFE

There is more life than we can conceive of
in one twig on a bush.
*
A bird lands on the twig and sings.
The boundaries of amazement blow out.

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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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