Posts Tagged ‘spiritual poetry’


By Linda Cull • December 18th, 2020

I was told, I had come to a place of love Had I not met with her golden hair, on this day I would have felt her, anyway For in the sky, her eyes, they stare at me As I walk, she follows me from behind I know her as I count the sands, how deep she stands As I retreat from her tears, so sweet I know herRead more…


By Linda Cull • October 16th, 2020

Fill me with words to paint a picture, serene, to honour such a perfection Though my brushes lay at rest, my fingers numb, are ever eager As I come to reflect upon a morning graced by the end of May Naked is my virgin soul, though dressed by feathered wings of day.   Oh me, oh my, where be the hidden world of this day? That I find myselfRead more…


By Linda Cull • April 17th, 2020

Being   It is not the having It is not the doing It is the being.   It is not the image It is not the personality It is the energy.   It is not the following It is not the leading It is the devotion.   It is not the form It is not the line It is the space.   It is not the word It is notRead more…