THE FOUNTAIN OF EXISTENCE

 
I realize there are strong religious connotations to this, but hope you can glimpse something beyond religion, something of the highest truths of yoga, Taoism, Chirstian mysticism, our deep hearts, the Universe. 
 
The most precious divine heart of the beginnings
is there in the old story of the birth of Christ: 
the innocent babe born of the girl; 
the shy purity revealed… the daystar glimpsed,
the fountain of existence viewed 
by old, grizzled kings,
searchers of the orient skies,
there amidst goats and sheep,
under shit-covered beams
crowded with cooing birds.

A young girl, maybe fourteen,
in her pure, virginal flesh,
with wide opened eyes,
in wonderment at what was just born
through her pink loins,
and how that the Highest freedom
had entered her with singing seed
as white as starlight.
And they saw the baby sucking milk
from her softness
and felt the highest mystery
of the Innocent Source of their own being
shining as gently as feathers
in their deep minds…
and bowed.

Blake Steele

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