| Reaching towards Core through Prose and Poetry Prose and Prayer are like the music of the Soul. Each is a song which arises from the heart and reaches towards something Greater, Deeper-Vast in Heart and Being which be long to connect with. The note in our heart seeks to outpour and change from seed to seedling seeking outreach towards a warmth which will nourish it, see it and bless it's Being. Words of prayer, like seedlings seek to be known, heard. They long for melody, flow, harmony and lean towards one another in verse. If you would like to submit your own poetry or prose for this page touch the candle link below. |
The Pilgrim's Prayer
May this new day reveal to me the ever
awakening splendor of Heaven on Earth.
May I walk within and towards Divinity in the
Hearts of Man and clearly see the unfolding
patterns of Light amidst the mists.
May I speak only that which heals, unites and
reveals truth.
And be Silent still, that I may hear the clarion
call of my Winged Self
Let me serve the glorious Vision of an age of
Brotherhood, Peace and Goodwill.
And may humility, fearlessness and
harmlessness lead me ever nearer, ever more
true to thee, the Heart of God, and the heart
of God in me.
May this new day reveal to me the ever
awakening splendor of Heaven on Earth.
May I walk within and towards Divinity in the
Hearts of Man and clearly see the unfolding
patterns of Light amidst the mists.
May I speak only that which heals, unites and
reveals truth.
And be Silent still, that I may hear the clarion
call of my Winged Self
Let me serve the glorious Vision of an age of
Brotherhood, Peace and Goodwill.
And may humility, fearlessness and
harmlessness lead me ever nearer, ever more
true to thee, the Heart of God, and the heart
of God in me.
| "Gentle Peace, Serenity...Invoke the Light at core of me...Drawing forth, standing free... O Heart of hearts, Thou art in me!"` |
Heart-Quest
"We are, none of us- alone on the path. Our
footsteps join together.
The mountain hears the thunder of our hearts
and listens to the silenced voices that
whisper.
Open the Way, join Heart, and be Heard for
your journey is like no other.
Know that our sojourn in the embrace of
Supreme Being, God by any name.
The mountains remind us of a journey ahead
but the path is One and Sacred.
It is Quest, the impulse of the Divine seeking
Itself manifest as heaven on earth,
Love, Unveiled - as the mountain mists
reveal That which the Heart knows as Real.
"We are, none of us- alone on the path. Our
footsteps join together.
The mountain hears the thunder of our hearts
and listens to the silenced voices that
whisper.
Open the Way, join Heart, and be Heard for
your journey is like no other.
Know that our sojourn in the embrace of
Supreme Being, God by any name.
The mountains remind us of a journey ahead
but the path is One and Sacred.
It is Quest, the impulse of the Divine seeking
Itself manifest as heaven on earth,
Love, Unveiled - as the mountain mists
reveal That which the Heart knows as Real.
The Single Note
Listen, listen to the rain
It's dance is tapping a refrain,
a song forgotten, lost to me,
weathered by my memory.
Gentle rhythm long ago,
before I sang the song I know,
a raindrop burst into my soul
and danced with Light
becoming Whole.
Listen, listen to the rain;
Celestial dewdrops' sweet refrain.
The wisdom of a single note
thundered love until I woke.
Listen, listen to the rain
It's dance is tapping a refrain,
a song forgotten, lost to me,
weathered by my memory.
Gentle rhythm long ago,
before I sang the song I know,
a raindrop burst into my soul
and danced with Light
becoming Whole.
Listen, listen to the rain;
Celestial dewdrops' sweet refrain.
The wisdom of a single note
thundered love until I woke.
Poetry from the Core
by Linda Willows
by Linda Willows
Day and Night
Journey into night and day
the lone soul burrows into space
Seedling scattered by the Gods,
seeking gentle Earth's embrace.
Emerging from beneath the soil
the young one toils with all its
might
Waking, seeing, living, being,
Out of darkness into Light.
Journey into night and day
the lone soul burrows into space
Seedling scattered by the Gods,
seeking gentle Earth's embrace.
Emerging from beneath the soil
the young one toils with all its
might
Waking, seeing, living, being,
Out of darkness into Light.
A Lone Time
Season in a lone time, quiet thoughts that break the still,
stirring gentle winds that know
that the future holds my long ago.
Horizons are new and painted blue with hope and
dawn-light's gentle hue.
Solitude at break of day;
Silently I'll find my way.
Warrior worn from seasons past, weary of the battle, last-
Captured wisdom, conquered fear
Victory must at last be near.
Season in a lone time, quiet thoughts that break the night,
Vision of the morrow wakes the sleeping children
of the Light.
Season in a lone time, quiet thoughts that break the still,
stirring gentle winds that know
that the future holds my long ago.
Horizons are new and painted blue with hope and
dawn-light's gentle hue.
Solitude at break of day;
Silently I'll find my way.
Warrior worn from seasons past, weary of the battle, last-
Captured wisdom, conquered fear
Victory must at last be near.
Season in a lone time, quiet thoughts that break the night,
Vision of the morrow wakes the sleeping children
of the Light.
The Procession
Spring invokes awakening of the dormant seedling,
Silent Dweller from within the darkened winter past
Emerges in response to Nature's triumphant recall
of Life to Light - and to a season of new growth.
The fruits of our flowering yet unknown
but with faces turned like early buds towards the sun
we answer to the call of our Source.
And, as in the Springtime,
we join in the procession of all of Nature
to open, to flower, to harvest and to share.
Spring invokes awakening of the dormant seedling,
Silent Dweller from within the darkened winter past
Emerges in response to Nature's triumphant recall
of Life to Light - and to a season of new growth.
The fruits of our flowering yet unknown
but with faces turned like early buds towards the sun
we answer to the call of our Source.
And, as in the Springtime,
we join in the procession of all of Nature
to open, to flower, to harvest and to share.
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All written works copyright Linda Willows 2008
Top photograph by Aumbody, found on Flickr
site please tell a friend! To Submit your own Poetry to
the site use the Candle link above!
All written works copyright Linda Willows 2008
Top photograph by Aumbody, found on Flickr
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The Miracle
Within me, there is a miracle waiting to
be born,
A seedling of potential glistens like a
pearl.
I am New.
In me, there is a dance flowing through
my limbs:
A prayer in endless motion
dances with the Wind.
I am YOU
Within me, there is a miracle waiting to
be born,
A seedling of potential glistens like a
pearl.
I am New.
In me, there is a dance flowing through
my limbs:
A prayer in endless motion
dances with the Wind.
I am YOU
Epiphany
Rise each day a newborn
thought
Something fresh, untangled
and untaught.
Let it wander, turn and roam;
it needs no post nor worldly
home,
until it stills and calls to nest
within the heart that began the
quest.
Rise each day a newborn
thought
Something fresh, untangled
and untaught.
Let it wander, turn and roam;
it needs no post nor worldly
home,
until it stills and calls to nest
within the heart that began the
quest.
| Creation includes the capacity to awaken each day with the courage to surrender yesterday knowing that Soul will bring forward all True essence which resonates with purpose. It considers the future to be the substance of becoming, energy accessed only in the present tense. It understands the Present as the miracle of Being and the portal of Creation. |
Singular
Broken shell you held me not
Though there I dwelt in comforts false
Love that crept into my heart
As if it were a life not apart.
Moving throughout my veins that ache
Are pieces of the lies that shadows make.
Breath for one will feel so free
Next moment I dare to be singularly me.
Broken shell you held me not
Though there I dwelt in comforts false
Love that crept into my heart
As if it were a life not apart.
Moving throughout my veins that ache
Are pieces of the lies that shadows make.
Breath for one will feel so free
Next moment I dare to be singularly me.
Inspiration
Inspiration is a personal dedication to the pursuit of an
awakened mind, heart and soul. It reflects into life as the
Living Breath. It is Creative Essence, source of prime
energy and initiator of core motion, the heartbeat of the
Universe and the impulse of Love.
As we Inspire, we inhale Love, which is the Eternal Nature
of God; we become One in the Eternal and exhale its Being
as Love Manifest in the world so beautiful with lives do
touched by the miraculous.
Inspiration is a personal dedication to the pursuit of an
awakened mind, heart and soul. It reflects into life as the
Living Breath. It is Creative Essence, source of prime
energy and initiator of core motion, the heartbeat of the
Universe and the impulse of Love.
As we Inspire, we inhale Love, which is the Eternal Nature
of God; we become One in the Eternal and exhale its Being
as Love Manifest in the world so beautiful with lives do
touched by the miraculous.
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