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WIND CRAZY

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A wind is twirling
down broad, manicured streets,
all looped and laughing,
hullabalooed and shaking
the stately maple trees.
And the wind is winding crazily
through twisted alleyways,
slipping under broken fences, whistling
through knot holes, thumping
her blue knuckles on sheet metal walls.
There is a huge, matronly maple
up on Ritz street. The wind plays havoc
with her; insights her to a shimmering
riot, makes her forget her decor,
lose her dignity, become young again
for a delicious while.
And there’s a little runt,
a wayward sprout of an aspen down
on Doldrums alleyway growing
through a barbed wire fence which
has cut and scarred her skin. The wind
shakes her down to heartwood,
sends electric sparks through her
twigs, clatters her little round
leaves, makes her crazy with jollity!
like a little loony clown—
mad! out of her head, like a
child in a musical trance, out on
the borderlands, high on some
drug called wild sanity!

Oh, that crazy wind!

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*This amazing picture is again by the visionary, 16 year old artist, Matteo Pontonutti. You can visit his work here

Wind has always been a metaphor for the freedom the the Spirit… a freedom that is our birthright to know. It lies everywhere, but we are educated and traumatized out of sensitivity to it. Spiritual practice worthy of the name awakens us to the free happening freedom of all Existence and teaches us how to relax into it. This is a celebration of Spirit freedom.*

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Comments

  • Robin Monroe
    Robin Monroeover 3 years ago

    love the whispering wind….wonderful words and image:)

  • Thanks Robin. Love to you.

    – Blake Steele

  • annamora
    annamoraover 3 years ago

    Hey Blake :)
    I like such wind
    ..just came back from a movie night ..only me and daughter alone in the cinema theater … seen the ’King’s Speech’ … reading your poem now made me think – aren’t we all such stammerers in spiritual way … I am sure, that was the ‘message’ anyway ……..

  • Yup… bumbling along, mere children in the infinite reaches of Existence… but loved ones. Hooray.

    – Blake Steele

  • Raymond Kerr
    Raymond Kerrover 3 years ago

    Great works ..

  • Thanks so much, Raymondo. Good to you.

    – Blake Steele

  • edesigns
    edesignsover 3 years ago

    This is a magical and wonderful image I love it. Great capture

  • It is Matteo’s. Quite a talent. Thanks.

    – Blake Steele

  • Bobby Jewel
    Bobby Jewelover 3 years ago

    great tits
    (o, and the words are nice)

  • I see you got your priorities right. :)

    – Blake Steele

  • vampvamp
    vampvampover 3 years ago

  • Thank ye, darling.

    – Blake Steele

  • AndreaEL
    AndreaELover 3 years ago

    CONGRATULATIONS on your wonderful feature, great work and well earned.

  • Thanks so much, Andrea. Joy to you!

    – Blake Steele

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosover 3 years ago

    The wind is spirited!!
    And the street has been hunted by the bodiless dance.
    Rosa (what a wonderful sensorial appeareance….the wind seems more lively than the girl..is fantastically fleshy and vivid.)

  • Thanks, Rosa for your wonderful comment (as usual). Your ability to truly enter into a poem with heart and mind is so evident.

    – Blake Steele

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosover 3 years ago

  • Thanks sweetheart… :)

    – Blake Steele

  • CreativeKitty
    CreativeKittyover 3 years ago

  • Nibbles of Love to you, CreativeKitty, in thanks.

    – Blake Steele

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