The clouds are white and climbing
in a sky as blue as those lakes
in the country of blue.
The wild sea is blue
and laughs with foam.
These fields are warm, dusky,
like old bottles that once held
oils of the sun.
Here, water tastes of flowers;
and air of cherries.

Empty of action,
all brims with being.
The key to everything:
at once silent and round —
like a river stone
honed through centuries
by the soft, relentless
fingers of God.

my own since silence…
lost in time,
parted by light and shade,
is the one
in whom all things beautiful are found:
the elegance of trees,
fragrance of hay,
herbs and bees,
vines and birds,
wild eyes of longing,
breasts resisting gravity
with their soft strength,
lambs moaning ,
nibbling tenderness
in star-white Italian nights,
the black fire
of love’s eyes
are found
in the free growth
of your untamed,
and passionate heart.

You, love,
are as profound as a hand,
smooth, small, round,
resilient as a young tree,
active as a bee,
you hold silence
like a stone, like a star,
like the home
where I first found you
naked and flying,
free in the wild-eyes of God.
Thin as grass,
you sang
the song of me.
as I wrote the poem of you,
There, found and full
and urged by the Great Love
to leave beauty,
we vowed
to light the fires of our love
in a world where
grief has forgotten
its reasons—
like a leaf lost
in a dark river
forgets the twig
that held it to its tree.


Blake Steele

Molkom, Sweden

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*I wrote this in Italy, in 2000, while on a farm in southern Tuscany as a hot wind blew up from Tunisia. Another longing poem for that soul mate who comes to some. Some people might think this longing is a foolish idealism, or even a secret defense mechanism to protect us from the sweat, moles and hard work of a “real relationship”. But there is this archetypal aspect to it that, I believe, links us to the desire energy of the higher worlds and evokes in us some of our deepest feelings and capacities to create.

And who knows, sometime, somewhere, the magic of Life can lead two souls together who reflect in each other wholeness becoming, Light in Light, Love tenderly caressing itself, each the muse of the other’s muse. We are each the half of a greater whole, not made of two, but three, and then… all existence.*

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