River Run

River runs through me full of fire.
Rolling, turning, twisting without tire.
Gathers the rock, the root, the twine,
lifts from the bowel all that was mine.
River runs through me all the way to
the places, secret, hidden and true.

Linda Willows

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This entry was posted on October 18, 2011 by Linda Willows. It was filed under Poetry .

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unwrittentruth

“river runs through me full of fire” what an awesome intermixing of elements to illustrate a passion. LOVE IT! i also really enjoy the momentum this poem pics up. very well done

December 20, 2011 at 9:58 am

enjoy Love, Life and Spirit with Linda
as she shares her own journey of Heart and Soul in candid prose of Love, aspiration, joy of becoming and the intimate revelation of Spirit. “Sweetened tear, joy so near; words drip to the veins of my Souls heart near. Yes, love, Love; Heart, 'tis here”.

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"...the simple sweet turning of the heart each day towards that "asking" from Life is our precious task. Can we Listen into and from the Stillness to hear the Whispers of Love. How are we called? Where are we led. It is always to those dear and cherished acts which would please the Almighty, this our constant Beloved and Worshiped "beginning" which leads every hour, every days offering, thus we choose to Love, we find Love wherever it is and we offer it wherever we are, wherever we go, it is the journey, our "motion", the sweetest prayer and most due worship..."