SPIRIT OF ALUEIM

Here, in this ocean of molecules,
the eternal colors bleed through
into a white blaze.
Then…the bleat of a lamb;
the soft nuzzling of stars.
The white blaze diffuses
like gossamer mist in a wind
and sails out into oceans of stars,
all tremulous and singing
— like white fiery throats would sing
if they were the wind.

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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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