Turn once more ~a poem by Linda Willows

Turn
once more
from the dark,
let no cloud form
to shade,
that sweet light
which pours
you,
and is made
of pure hue.

Turn
away,
face the east,
hold your
heart
close to
mine.
Call the winds
that protect,
summon all
of the
Divine.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Ardo Inzhy

On Bended Knee ~a poem by Linda Willows

On bended knees I find my own,
the way of simple letting known.
Freed are all the burdens kept
out they flew, oh out they lept…

I bowed by head to let all dim,
The Love, came then, it soared, poured in.
My all curled toward the mercy Bright.
I fold my heart around this light.

Wrap me round and fill me tight,
I never want to leave this sight.
Let the fetters of the day,
find their way without my say.

I need to Love on bended knee,
it is how I learn to ever see,
that all is so much farther than,
the Whole and heart of even me.

Life, its source, its beauty of…
comes free, but Let from far above,
and when we bend our lives to love
with care and deep humility,
we touch the portals that do hold
the embrace of sacred love extolled.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Kemil Kamal

I feel loved… ~a poem by Linda Willows

I am filled, I feel loved,
softly tender,
I am held.
I know nothing.
I know All.
I am pulled
by thrust that calls.

Deep inside,
all moves and shifts.
as if some dance
takes me on lifts.
I Breathe.
It weeps…
I Sigh and smile
inside as bliss does keep.

I feel called high.
My arms raise.
My hands praise.
I feel the adore
in self and soul and more.
Such God revealed in verse from above;
Walk, Live, Become…
Share the sacred trail of Love.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Lyubovitch

Heart Reflection ~a poem by Linda Willows

In the moments between…
I feel the heart seen.
There in the tender,
see the slight sweetened sheen.
That inner reflection
which hovers between,
the lace of becoming
and nature’s own glean.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Mohammadreza Rezania

Tender this sweet… ~a poem by Linda Willows

In the still,
silence pulls;
seeks to fill,
urge to full…

Naught to move,
naught a touch;
caught inside
a shell of such…

Cocoon wraps slow,
a breath must go.
Tender this sweet,
until hearts glow.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Anna Shakti Shakina

I am the Heart ~a poem by Linda Willows

I am the heart that beats until
there is no other silenced will,
in places that would rather still,
I challenge yet to feel and spill.

Dare me not to fall away.
Dare my soul to rise this day,
wrapping each my own fate’s stay
with love that keeps, that binds my way.

When season comes to find me home,
I will be softened, roamed to bone;
lived within each corner of stone
that bound and pulled this life from throne.

But due will be the glory of
such mighty freedoms from above.
My Heart should find its dear Belove,
and there be with all deepest Love.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photographs by Romina Dughero

Love’s Enthrall ~a poem by Linda Willows

When sun does find my moon and sigh,
I pray to blithely spirit fly…
above the treetops in skyline
and onwards to such homeward thine.

My Heart be known for due review.
Let all the corners pour on through.
I fess, confess and kneel for bless,
as soul entire seeks Thy Caress.

Let my dancing soul’s recall
be one that offers loves enthrall,
and binds me closers still to Thee,
The Heart that Beats…Eternity.

©2012 Linda Willows

To where I lay my heart ~a poem by Linda Willows

To where I lay my heart upon,
a knowing calm breaks with the dawn.
The tide of all that came before
does wash like grace upon outpour.

I ease my limbs and fall towards
a cradle rocked towards my Lord.
Let lost all held me from above.
Allow this now, come sweet, come Love.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Li Ran

In Solitaire ~a poem by Linda Willows

In solitaire I walk this morn,
with non but light’s soft hue adorn.
Within this path that finds my soul,
I pray Gods’ keeping, life found whole.
For in taking of all things;
the swift removal times can bring…
I root myself upon one Bright
and dearest thing with every might…
In solitaire the Soul is known
begotten, loved and never Lone.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Kupavna

to this Love spilled… ~a poem by Linda Willows

but Love
when it came
oh…
my eyes filled to brim
waters soft on laced rims
that shone
into
their own
dreams,
sliding
like
the quickened
alone…
an angel
redeemed
and received,
her Heart
conceived,
delivered
into…the Love
of
some One.
filled,
oh..my eyes
to this love spilled.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photography by Turestskiy

The dreamer ~a poem by Linda Willows

Fragile hush lures and softens to sleep,
the dreamer curls into white wanderings deep;
lush set amidst all the furrows where keep,
such nectar that heals the innermost weep.

Soft is the wrapping of Love’s dear behold,
beneath all seed born of the rapture of gold.
Fragile hush covers to blanket the consoled,
and tenders the place where lies Hearts’ sweet unfold.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Love finds me… ~a poem by Linda Willows

Love finds me falling into its grace deep,
a winsome warm wave of sweet callings keep.
Oh follow this near, I could not part very far,
from this Heart of Love’s reap,
not by distance nor star.

Find me in the shining of far light above.
It hovers, yet reaches to come near to love.
Like the twilight that arises as sister to the moon,
Love comes near to touch and I fall into swoon.

Love finds me falling into its graced soul,
tendered with prayers that invoke Gods’ extol.
Turning my Face to the beauty of Thee.
I am washed, filled within, with soul of devotee.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by AlexanderNerozrya

Petals beneath my footsteps ~a poem by Linda Willows

Deep silken petals fall beneath my footsteps,
I linger to feel each round cloud that soft lets.
Wanderings embrace of Love’s kind mortal face,
Oh the bounty brings lesson of ne’er ending Grace.

Silver strands weave into budding new Heart,
announcing the tellings of shining path’s start.
Pull all of the sweetness, the flower, the rose,
make parcel of this and see peace in repose.

Would that the drops of this magical feat
could sprinkle like dew over all that may weep.
The silk of the petal upon the Path’s way
could embrace and soften each journey’s bouquet.

©2012 Linda Willows

 

Photograph by Emil Motei

the edges ~a poem by Linda Willows

edges are founding inside of my heart,
building until the sharp features give start,
bending my poise and ladylike art
they stab at my stance and pull wonder apart.

what permit gives rise to a vein shudder this
one shadowed and darkly, red tidings dismiss,
though heart beats so slowly amidst all remiss…
the edges are forming that lead to abyss.

oh God, let the woman to harken some heed,
listen, or take any balm she may need…
will You be the one that is the intercede
before all the edges fill hearts’ core to bleed.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Jaroskav Monchak

Wrapped in Natures’ Wings ~a poem by Linda Willows

Heart curves to face of such beauty as seen,
‘Tis Nature’s sweet bidings and tender lights green.
She eases all burdens and graspings that lean;
this ancient cathedral of Gods’ sweet serene.

Come close and allow me to breathe all of You,
the nights and days have been lonesome thus too.
If all of your wonders could wrap me full through,
this forest could keep my heart safe in Its’ pew.

Let me hear whispers of how the winds sing,
I long to remember the chords that would ring
as Heaven flies through all the trees in sky’s swing…
Lend this to my heart, oh, wrap in your Wings.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by Sergian

small as a Seashell… ~a poem by Linda Willows

Oh find this my soul,
in the rock and tides’ toil,
in each glory eve
that sets mind to dreams fold.

Find my hearts glory
in oceans that seek,
and rise to the moon with the Light at Its’ peak.

I bow to the earth and the skies all above,
and small as a seashell, I hold all with Love.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by G. Murad

lost, gone, on this day ~a poem by Linda Willows

Hush if too tender the might that they know,
the etchings that carve out and stop my hearts flow.
Oh, God give the feel of inside of this vein
just a bit to be less, just to lessen the pain.

Hush if too tender when pressed in this way,
I promised I would not come by, nor speak, say…
Nothing too sacred, nothing to feel,
Oh Heart, when you do, must the inners reveal?

Too quiet and sacred to ask me to bleed,
I only had left this one chamber to plead.
Now all is still and the child waits in stay…
for her heart was most surely lost, gone, on this day.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by Kemil Kemal

pearls to nights’ passing ~a poem by Linda Willows

in dreams deeply folded in bouquets of light
she whispered her Heart of the secrets that poured,
a weeping and misting of Souls’ journey fore…

all wind and reline; veils fall shining bright…
in the white voes of promise, full given; Soul bore,
even pearls to night’s passing leave trace in Hearts’ core.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by Kemil Kemal

Cover me softly ~a poem by Linda Willows

Cover me softly, I tender
and feel the blue breezes so deep.
When the days wonders are rendered,
I soothe in the dreams of Souls’ Keep.

Come of the mornings as sweetly,
and let the bright shine softly new…
yet as the day wanders completely,
Oh, save my heart- wrap it for You.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by O. Muskaya

Lifting Wonder…~a poem by Linda Willows

…And so beyond I find such a miracle bright,
it lifts all wonder, Oh holy, this sight.
Can it be the same, that single One Light
that burrowed, furrowed; and merged its Might?
How I lasted through such days and long Night,
with heart held tightly, kept dearly from fright.

What beauty of Dawn does come to this Day
The Heavens do whisper all blues that would pray…
I Stood, Stand still and followed all through,
That Call that lasted though deep darkness hue…
All Loves That bright with such witness to Shine,
Step forward, we build to Love’s Lifeline Shrine.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by Vladimir Popovitch

Sweet fallings… ~a poem by Linda Willows

feathers are falling, out from my heart
emptying, fleeing, flying about..
where can they go to have safe passage out,
where can they go to save their devout..

such delicate, tenders, they never would know
that day come to hollow, day to forgo..
all passing by with the speed of light’s tow,
night would be blessing, yet now all to woe.

feathers light falling, deep to the airs
here tender mights buried
like sweetened lost prayers.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Comes the Light ~a poem by Linda Willows

Where from darkness
comes the Light,
it hallows, hollows
fights with might.
Such the struggle
fears no night,
not without
this purge of bright.

Where the darkness
seeks the light
it longs embrace
for all lost nights.
Keep the heart dear
leave no tear,
bring the bright to her,
Stay near.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Kraen

All the tides’ Mist ~a poem by Linda Willows

Peace not leaving,
life receding.
Tides revealing,
hearts repealing.
Sands leave naked footprints sealing
vows to mark all time once printed
into fate as if thus minted.

Peace not rupted,
life corrupted.
Come to pay some dismal due.
Could the dawn have known eve’s hue,
it would have held its’ breath for you.

Peace not leaving,
life receding.
All the tides
prepare to go.
Where they wander no one tells
but yonder dreams far place to fell…
must capture the lost in such deep spell.

Peace not leaving,
life receding.
Come back, come forward, come to me
Counting nothing, let all be.
Life finds the rhythm of the sea.
Float me with you; carry me too.
I’ll be light as the Mist
as it flies away with you.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Piet Flour

Let my bare arms reach to fore ~a poem by Linda Willows

When I reach, is it You there?
As I stretch far…I seek your care.
I long for caress and need love’s air.
I thrust my arms out naked and bare.

I roamed and searched so far for you
I longed to feel some closeness too.
The dream inside that never ceased,
It mourned, it died…
dreamed more, released.
Effervescence of such love,
must have been born of light above.
How could an Essence steal such light
without permissions of God’s Bright?

Take my stretch then, pull it more.
Let this heart’s core charge that door.
Dancing forward always more,
Let my bare arms reach to fore
Let them reach…
to Love’s sweet Door.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by Pauline Gola

The Kiss ~a poem by Linda Willows

A Kiss did touch
and fly into
my Own.
It burrowed
through loss
and found true bliss
deep within the Its’ roam.

Dipped all into sweet nectar
of elix and light bound Soul,
such Kiss left me so Wanting
yet bound my Heart so whole.
Furrowing and languishing
finding my own all;
It burned through the walls
that could have hindered
It’s true call.

The kiss, as knew of…
flew through my own breath.
It leaped through all rendered,
fires below and above…
to meld new and all tendered.
To bring home,
Home to Love.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by Olga Sokol

Come Softly ~a poem by Linda Willows

Photograph by Serjio

Come softly as the breath falls low,
Sweetly in as with Love’s flow.
I wish no other now at last.
Three breaths I have.
Three breaths to task.

One to leave as all I know,
The memories, paths, all left to go…
Forgotten moments still to breach
Many tremors left to tow.

Next to exhale as pure love
For all the beauty, the sweetness of
Each day, each moment that I knew,
That Lord, it was all, All completely You.

The last to Trace as lone Breath’s Grace
I catch the Wind as She leaves Embrace.
This my own, my only one Face
Ever was true…in the days of this place.

Leave falling low
Fall softly still
What can be this Heart’s true will…

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Susana Munoz

“The Love Ravine…” ~a poem by Linda Willows

When the White bends
it falls so far
so deeply from
the Bright, its’ Star…
Alone it keeps
it’s darkened plight.
The flower weeps.
It lives in night.
It grasps, it seeks
it needs, it keeps…
the flower’s Light,
It’s Lover sleeps.

What Breath to press
upon such need,
to bend the true
Love budding feed?
Come breathe, come flow,
vein open, all to go.
This bending aching
Light’s retraction
needs the full and due
of Love extraction.
Come the breathing,
come the airs.
Come the Whites
such calls despair.

Beauty pressing,
naked petals.
All of longing lives between.
Leave the bended, unrelenting
founded whites to now be seen.
Let the way
that Touched the air
and found it fair
return the light, repeal, repent
Oh Bright…just dare.

The White must bloom
They take the day
No other bend
may shape the way
Come anywhere,
come as before
come with no tear,
come with no war…
Bring all the Bright,
all seen between,
send each as true
in thy Brightened Being
Bend the Light steepened,
now redeemed,
forsaken from such Love Ravine.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Piet Flour

“More Love…” ~a poem by Linda Willows

Photograph by Sergio Occhiuzzo

Turn the whole of me to Thou
I twist, I ache, I burn, I bow…
In the narrow veins come low
still dwells such prayer, the ones that know…
that in those parts that dwell all of,
even there need be more Love.
Turn my face, my arch, my All.
Put whole of me within Thy thrall.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by Katerina Lomonosov

“Soul kissed” ~a poem by Linda Willows

Heaven touched my face and lips,
as dew in gentle spirits kiss.
It rushed these Petals here for bliss
that I may feel Soul of such Wish.

Only in the gentle midst
Of sacred gather in such mists,
would I come to find the hush
that follows love’s first sacred rush.

That and all born tender such…
as Heaven finds my Heart’s Love’s Touch,
is Wondrous, Kind and dear to the tips
of Soul met parts of this Heart, due kissed.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by Esteban Rios

“Softly as I do” ~a poem by Linda Willows

Softly as I do,
Pour love upon for you
It rains upon my soul
as light becoming whole.

Softly as I do,
find tender in this hue,
I am lost in maze of new,
wondrous rare designs of you.

Softly as I do,
dare touch the soft in you,
there sounds a song so rare,
That heaven must be there.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by Magda Berny

“Where goes my Soul” ~a poem by Linda Willows

Where goes my soul, Love follows near.
It bides, resides and tremors to
the presence of one only Tear.
Such aches to speak and tell of all
the mystery, the wondrous calls…
Symphonies that sound beyond
the Angels realm with life unbound.
All becomes in chords of Love.
My Soul is freed. I breathe above.
Take me farther than Love could weep.
My Soul does burst upon Thy Keep.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by Goran Kalanj

“As I fall up” ~a poem by Linda Willows

Photograph by Liloni Luca

As I fall up
my arms stretch wide.
I feel a winged
sky born stride.
The clouds pass by
like mists that soar
and tumble round
soft Heaven’s door.
I wish no thing,
I want no more.
This Moment’s rise
‘tis All Adore.
Falling up I shed,
I leapt.
The Glory Light
flew in…
I wept.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by Szczepan Podolec

Lift the Whispers ~a poem by Linda Willows

Let no more whispers fall without
My arms and heart to wrap about.
T’s all the calls that I have made
to Universe and Heavens glades.
Wishing that my heart be heard,
my simple message, word by word.

Glory is the shine of We.
It holds my heart, it beckons me.
I live to love but more, you see;
to toil the heart in Name of Thee
and lift the whispers to Your Pew…
As I fall in, and through, to All, to You.

©2012 Linda Willows

The Devour ~a poem by Linda Willows

Life found return
To this hearts’ sojourn
A moment, ne’re last
Lives to tell of all learned.
To wake once again
more and then, left fallen.
Yet the rise remains with the Power
All again, in this morning Hour.
Speak not of sour,
I loved the devour…

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by Dirk Juergensen

“My Sweetened Tear” ~a poem by Linda Willows

The Light bore cheer
And twice appeared
How grace did
seem to
bring it near.
I grasped my heart
with deep revere.
How did it
know my
sweetened tear?

Gift of Its’ shine,
a Love,
purely mine.
It rests
and entwines
with such Peace
as is Thine.
Such treasure
twice blessed
by the
One true Divine.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by Artur Zdanowski

Love bears Witness ~a poem by Linda Willows

Love does not wait
upon permissions
nor partake
in time nor rule.
It flows with all abandon
as if had
Freedom
in a duel.
Cannot be captured
lest be lessened.
Not be owned
lest be “known”.
Love releases wings
to soaring flight,
bearing witness
To Birth
of Light.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photographs by Shirley Jean

This Child of Mine ~a poem by Linda Willows

This Heart is soft, oh can’t you see
Just four and two; small years to be.
Take all the tens away and leave…
what’s left is tendered, childhood need.
It matters not now what I know;
this child, myself, lives deep below.
I feel her wander, called to test.
Is it safe to live, is it safe to rest?
In the night, she lies awake,
afraid to dream, lest nightmare quake.
Even though I hold her so
with love and mercy’s promise in tow,
her Heart still beats with trepid flow,
This child of mine, the one I know.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by Paula Loonen

My Soul does Dance ~a poem by Linda Willows

My soul does dance in breaths that soar,
far beyond and through all sacred lore.
How do I feel as the heavens mist?
Dear God, t’s like the sweetest kiss.

My soul lifts more into Your arms
as dance I do with earth-born charms.
It matters not at all that I
Would motion all the sky to cry.

Not to weep for sadness due
But for joy of knowing You.
This my dance forever, until…
Be life, be joy, be freedom’s will.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by Niko Nedelkovski

“The Wonder of a Day” ~a poem by Linda Willows

Photograph by Micke Jakobsson.

Journey at break of day; it hallows me, it marks my way.
All my reasons fall away. I sanctify and fall to pray.

Leaves of umber, green and rust
You lay upon the ground I trust.
Sacred earth is tendered there
Godly wonders everywhere.

Take my arms that open wide.
Here’s my heart, my ended strife;
Take all In thy sacred Side-
my path of Life, Your step, Your stride.

This the wonder of a day,
Each step brings round once more The Way.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by Dare Turnsek

“Love’s tender reign” ~a poem by Linda Willows

I stand upon one such sacred ground
not born of this world, yet here in Heart’s Mound.

Tender to touch and still fragile in trust,
I pray that Love’s Found in all Life’s Abound.

Willing to open with graced gentle flow,
I cast all lost tears and lay rest as I go.

Swept thus into, the whole of Love’s reign;
my soul, I pray, is freed once again.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by Tedd Preuss