Monday, April 25, 2011



Oh Lady so many to pray for
but you are life without control
the original cell
every bit of you mitosis
it is you growing into each of us
physical mutations 
psychological mutations
we are all happenstance
many weaving a Magic Carpet
that I believe we can fly away on
in prayer 
chanting heats up atoms
gets them shaking
sometimes a miracle
if we believe

I pray
I chant


  1. Quite a mystical poem, Willow. I would like to fly away on that magic carpet.

  2. Willow, this is a poem that makes me wish I had written such stunning words. You never fail to carry your words off so well. I'm in awe, actually.

  3. I do believe all the prayers and hope, thoughts and energy are all working toward good.