Waiting like a woman in ecstatic heat
waits breathlessly for her lover to awake and rise,
we can fervently wait for our secret Great Soul
to emerge from our familiar little mind’s twisted ways
and rise back into its spirit-soft homeland:
of primal laughing innocence, of sweet swelling beauty,
of harmonious clean clarity,
of simple, wakeful silence,
of whimsical, spontaneous play,
of a wild and happy freedom
in Love’s magical moments like this…
Whose eyes shine through your opening eyes?
Who listens to your ears now?
And what is this miracle of sound that is saying,
‘you are a mystery beyond comprehension,
you are wonder on the rise,
you are divinity waiting to loose the old tensions
of traumatized flesh
and ease into the sweet Light rising
like a moon in each eye.


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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