The Majestic Now

Here, now is where Mother and Father God,

In divine love reside.

As I look into one of God’s most majestic creature’s eyes,

It’s no surprise to find it living,

Contentedly here now.

I imagine humans are the only creatures,

Who could even choose to inhabit the illusionary worlds,

Of past or future…

But here now, balanced on this threshold,

Between yesterday and tomorrow,

The most fantastical and whimsical imaginings,

Of trusting souls may arise,

Birthed under the loving light of their heavenly Father’s grace.

Why not stop here now for just a moment…

Dip your toes and rest your bones,

In the naturally mystical melting pot,

Of what you’ve dreamed,

And what you’ve dared not.

This space here now,

Once so casually overlooked,

Is the present that sad souls,

Have been waiting for.

I can learn a lot from God’s majestic,

Yet simple creatures…

For I too am one.

-gilda patricia

Unlocking the Now Moment

Between the ticks and tocks of your kitchen clock,

Hidden and neatly tucked away,

Mostly invisible, nearly inaudible,

Found only by faith,

The now moment opens up a brand new day.

A near lifetime of chances,

To get here now and slip through that

Tiny doorway to a new spiritual way.

This door is more of a Light filled crack,

Shining from beyond linear time and space.

Really, the slightest of slivers,

This Light forever beckoning us,

Though sought mainly by the humble or the distraught.

Other’s heads filled to overflowing,

With past and future,

Impressions, beliefs, patterns, fears, hopes, wishes, dreams and regrets.

Too much density to allow in now’s steady stream of Divine Light.

For this reason alone,

They remain locked out.

Time to let go and let God’s Light in.

-by gilda patricia

Living Large

You, most joyful chosen one,

Are free from moods and fancies,

Fickle tastes and passing trends…

You are the Light that shines!

Meditate on the purity of Light,

Found within your own spirit.

A drop of water may have little worth alone,

But met by the fullness of the sea…

Overflows in depth, mystery, richness, power, life and treasures yet to be discovered and uncovered.

Each drop in the greater ocean,

Sharing in its glory, beauty and wonder with indescribable awe…

As the Light of your spirit,

Is a speck of God’s glorious Spirit.

All comparisons end,

When we glory instead in our God given treasures,

The fruits of His Spirit.

Only the humble, the loving,

The believing heart…

Would wish to merge in oneness,

With the greater Spirit.

Keeping pettiness aside,

For pettiness is living small.

Instead embody the peaceful Spirit of God,

And as a droplet in the greater ocean,

You too will Live large.

by gilda patricia

The Freedom of Faith

Free to enjoy the simple pleasures of life,

Free to find beauty in a forgotten field,

Free to make friends with frogs, butterflies and trees,

Free to fall in love with the breeze,

Free to frolic in the glistening blue sea,

Free to send a pray up to the heavens,

Through cloud filled skies,

Trusting stars wink back and the sun smiles.

God’s universe is His children’s playground,

This is the freedom of faith.

by gilda patricia

Happy 4th of July America! May you enjoy!!

Reflecting Tranquility

The universe and everything I see,

Reflections of God…

Reflections of the sky, the clouds, the trees,

Reflections in the sea,

Reflections of nature,

Reflections of love,

Reflections of light,

Reflections of beauty,

Reflections of you,

Reflections of me,

Reflections of peace, grace and harmony,

Reflections of tranquility…

Reminding me to let it go, let go and just be.

by gilda patricia

The Tick Tock Game

clock by Karen Gonzalez

  Every time I ask for time,

                   High and dry time leaves me,

                     Yet when I’ve had enough of time,

  Tocks drone on unceasing.

                     “Oh fickle, flighty time, why can’t you ever please me?

                Like a cat and mouse chase,

                     Little spinning hands running circles in my mind,

…stiches, streams, ticks, and crunches,

                     No minute to rewind or even unwind!

                    Then suddenly left to whittle away dull hours,

                     Or count sheep till dawn, 

                 When will this silly Tick Tock game ever end?

 Perhaps I can reframe time,

                    By placing life itself,

Higher than the ticking clock upon my mantelpiece?

                   For life is the most masterful Timepiece…

                    Exquisite and sublime,

                  Of timeless beauty and grand design,

                     Moving with precision and grace in divine time,

                     Fashioned by God the Master Craftsman,

                     His signature carved inside.

                  While the Tick Tock game lacks clear rhyme or reason,

                     Life’s eternal Timepiece, set to love, is always right on time,

                     No matter the season, reason or rhyme.

by gilda patricia

 (Be at peace knowing the beautiful Timepiece whom is your Brother, Mother, Father, Sister, Cousin, Friend, Aunt, Uncle, lover, etc… goes on and on…with or without the Tick Tock game…forevermore.)                                                                                             

Imperfect Mom

Dads may offer kids a leg up,

And moms always got their back,

But a mom’s love is that which is beyond compare.

Speaking as a mom I must admit,

I mess up a bit,

But that’s ok because…

I’mperfect as is.

With one little apostrophe,

There’s so much possibility!

From Impossible to I’mpossible,

From Impatient to I’mpatient,

From Imperfect to I’mperfect,

From Imbalanced to I’mbalanced.

Remember moms to embrace your perfect imperfection,

Because you’re doing great!

by gilda patricia

Why Tend?

Divine Feminine as,

Caretaker,

Upkeeper,

Nurturer,

Sustainer,

Unfailing lover,

Of Divine Masculine,

And his creations, productions and treasures.

She stops,

Sits, takes stock, feels, sees, senses,

Then transforms heaven and earth,

By her loving intuition and intention.

Divine Mother,

Sewing, weaving,

And piecing together,

Divine Masculine’s creations,

Into one harmonious and glorious,

Web of souls…

Peacefully, joyfully, ecstatically

My soul remembers and is remembered,

Love overflows.

-gilda patricia