I don’t understand the sudden turn-arounds…
how things can come all inside out
as if to mock my deep heart’s truth,
the pure innocence of being.
What answer except this silence?
Always the silence.
How pregnant is the still pool of being?
And why does it seem so reticent to speak?
In spite of everything,
am I willing to dip my clay cup again
into the silver essence
with trembling hands
and stretch my tongue once more
into pure Being?
My heart whispers… yes.
Again and again and again…


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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