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.
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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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.
| Reaching towards Core through Prose and Poetry, written by Linda Willows 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-something Vast in Heart and Being which we 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. |
Invocation
May the Wonder of the Divine fill our hearts with Awe. May this awe inspire new
thought and forge an ever increasing will-to-good which transforms hope into
action and prompts love forth into choices of compassion, the courage of
inclusiveness and the humility of unity.
May we lift our vision and dare to see ourselves and our world, as more than
singular, more than one which seeks only for itself, more than one that has a
margin for its embrace...let it encircle that which we can fathom only in the most
sacred of Dreams.
Let our arms extend from heart to heart in a knowing grasp that touches beyond
former reach. And from this bond of unified vision, may we become the founders,
builders and the hope itself of a time of inspired global action, compassionate
fellowship and individual service.
And may we be messengers, each, with our unique imprint and service in these
times of passage which call upon the advent of a civilization of peace, unity and
compassion; a time which asks that we expect more, give more and recognize more
in one another not for the sake of Dreams but for the surrender of living within
dreams which do not challenge the true greatness and capacity of the human spirit.
May we ultimately recognize each as a member of All carried within One Core. Let
us find within this embrace, that all families, societies, cultures, living beings and
our benevolent earth is known as One Wonder, One Life, sustained by the Divine.
May the Wonder of the Divine fill our hearts with Awe. May this awe inspire new
thought and forge an ever increasing will-to-good which transforms hope into
action and prompts love forth into choices of compassion, the courage of
inclusiveness and the humility of unity.
May we lift our vision and dare to see ourselves and our world, as more than
singular, more than one which seeks only for itself, more than one that has a
margin for its embrace...let it encircle that which we can fathom only in the most
sacred of Dreams.
Let our arms extend from heart to heart in a knowing grasp that touches beyond
former reach. And from this bond of unified vision, may we become the founders,
builders and the hope itself of a time of inspired global action, compassionate
fellowship and individual service.
And may we be messengers, each, with our unique imprint and service in these
times of passage which call upon the advent of a civilization of peace, unity and
compassion; a time which asks that we expect more, give more and recognize more
in one another not for the sake of Dreams but for the surrender of living within
dreams which do not challenge the true greatness and capacity of the human spirit.
May we ultimately recognize each as a member of All carried within One Core. Let
us find within this embrace, that all families, societies, cultures, living beings and
our benevolent earth is known as One Wonder, One Life, sustained by the Divine.
Heartsongs
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Poetry from the Core
by Linda Willows
by Linda Willows
Force of Passage
From sense to sorrow to grief to what
would be naught
I pass through as a shadow of my
unborn distraught
What comes does assault my heart’s
cavernous depths
Those wandering passageways save for
secrets kept
Nothing of my own can be swept into
this force
But that which is not is tangled and
scraped across
There must be a way to unbind my
own heart
Before, during and after we part.
Linda Willows
From sense to sorrow to grief to what
would be naught
I pass through as a shadow of my
unborn distraught
What comes does assault my heart’s
cavernous depths
Those wandering passageways save for
secrets kept
Nothing of my own can be swept into
this force
But that which is not is tangled and
scraped across
There must be a way to unbind my
own heart
Before, during and after we part.
Linda Willows
