Words press upon page Light to kiss… ~a poem by Linda Willows
Words press upon, page Light to kiss…
as sweet motions that set, this my heart forth in bliss.
Dancing between all the notes that set free
some poet, ago…one that wandered like me.
Hours bless the days with whispers of prose
as I walk in a garden of Winds graced with Rose.
Let me soft speak, even sing in hushed tone,
some few hallowed words from such Godly Roam.
Leave me and find me, all comes Home now.
I am in the dear fold, of the Lord of the Vow.
Words press upon page Light to kiss…
We each live among this Almighty bliss.
©2013 Linda Willows
Photograph by Ludmilla NG
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
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
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
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 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
“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
“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
“Love Wants” ~a poem by Linda Willows
Love wants in silenced breaths
That fall between and down along such waves that crest.
Its’ sprinkled hush casts a thousand lights,
As a gentle crush o’r all the seas in their mists’ o quest.
A fragile cloud of dew kissed ‘Bright’s’,
Shoots far into the skies in flight,
Seeking haven Heaven’s, Blessed.
Would Maker join the One with thou
If want were not to live somehow?
A breath instead more full and round,
Complete and sacred; intent re-found.
Would Maker free the pleas there-of,
The full and open pour that does
Exceed the waters, mists and skies above?
It Lights all lore, Its Name is Love.
©2012 Linda Willows
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“Tender” ~a poem by Linda Willows
Fly bright, my Love.
Sweet thoughts go by
of yester-Night.
Tender would thee
live by Light.
Alas,
the world
would
be
too Bright.
©2012 Linda Willows
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“Heart Revolution, Due” ~by Linda Willows
Heart split wind
and the veins poured out
Hidden damage naked
in the burning fallout
Floods release
to aches unknown
Grill out, turn in,
reveal breath’s past moan.
Feel the space
that marks no place;
The empty watch
that feigns no face.
Let that blossom
through the pain
And lead Essence Light
as back again.
Lead me through,
Heart-Revolution due.
No time nor space
for holdings untrue.
Prayers must pierce
and my love stronger still
Witness all that I am
seek You for review.
©2012 Linda Willows
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(photo credit: Randy Mason)
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“Love does Wake” ~Inspiration with Linda Willows
Light precedes to mark our way;
As beacon lit throughout each day.
Deep compassion’s Love does wake.
Here, Into-Through; and for All of our sake.
©2012 Linda Willows
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“Such Treasures Left as Night is Done” ~by Linda Willows
River carries the Moon through
Dark Night’s sparkle and view.
All bend in to sense embrace
Of the shine from Blessed Face
I have found same everywhere
In far journey’s lost and dared.
And the touch of your reached beams
Always sweetened in my dreams.
River here flows through there…
With Light’s bend everywhere
Such treasures left as night is done;
I smile to thank each Moon’s Sun.
©2012 Linda Willows
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(photo credit: Sandris Grivins)
“The Joy is Seeking” ~Poetry of Linda Willows
Fly backward, fly forward with hearts’ open wings
I still find one song that throughout all sings
“Stay on the course that shines in the night
Find it and feel your way into that Light.”
Even if silhouette only is seen,
There is more that awaits each heart-full to glean.
The Joy is seeking, searching all as devout;
Found hearts with one song, called to spin and fly out.
©2012 Linda Willows
(photo credit: Andreea Chiru)
Breathing God
When we awaken, let it be early in the morn. Then the minds of Men are still deep in slumber and silent still. The pulse of Nature quickens with the rising sun and the hour is magical. A deep nourishing in-breath gathers the whisperings of the soul and
beyond, pulling forward into the dawning Light.
We pause, and in our gaze towards the golden orb, we find its reflection beneath our own breath. It awakens as a rising blue rivet found beyond the rays of the dawning Sun. Upon the out-breath, gentle motions of Being release in waves as from an ocean which brings all to shore with its generosity and grace. It has end. It will never suspend.
When we breathe God, all must surrender to the past and resurrect with each new inhalation. We must met the moment which slides into This. Our Faith is in the power of the Present and the Presence of God. It is in the allowance of Miracles in uniting as one finds eclipse with the unified breath of All. Breathing God is an allowing of the open miracles of Creation to fill the lungs of Spirit, as we inhabit our mortal experience.
Love, Itself aligns heaven and earth. If we fear, or cannot find our way.
We can synchronize ourselves by pausing in the spaces between the rhythm of the breath. Here we allow the still-point to unfold Its mystery. . By trusting, and allowing the submerged to rise and disappear in the mist we learn to pause. We allow ourselves float in the unknown. Only by risking this float in the unknown can the stillness allow the subtle promptings and motion that abides beyond such union to emerge. The Breath is not for one alone. It is All One in Breath of God.
Then, as though a force triune entered with a burst of wind, the Breath arises throughout. Like a bird swept into the air, suddenly freed, the soul breathes forth and utters word and sound as a calling to its own. All into might. Leave the darkened night. Take Courage as your sight and step towards the light. The slumber has broken and breath has taken flight.
©2011 Linda Willows
