little broken i,
separate, alone one…
lost at sea.
Healing…a process of
becoming Whole;
Connecting to the Greater One,
Universal I.
never needing to feel,
broken, separate or alone again.
i now, first time, living in Truth.
one little i stretching outward,
little tributary reaching for,
and met by the Greater Sea…
of One-ness.
I to i,
One to one,
You and me.
-Gilda Patricia
Such relieved reassurance–great lines.
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Thanks for your positive feedback. Glad you like☺️!
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You’re most welcome 🙂
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oh there is something soothing with how you weaved your words dear. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Wow, so glad to hear you liked Rosema. Thank you so much❤️!
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you’re welcome! 😀
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An excellent and thought provoking poem Gilda. The use of the capitalized I when referring to oneself is an interesting one. I recently read a blog post by a poet who always writes I (in the personal sense) as i. He says it takes his ego out of his poetry. As you say in your poem there is a greater I at work in the Universe.
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Thanks for a thought provoking comment! I also have noticed & like poets who use i regularly in their poems. Have a great day!🌞
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You too Gilda 🙂
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Lovely n profound Gilda , Blessing !
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Thanks Kamakhya! God bless😊
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Most welcome!
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This poem gives me great peace. You are an old soul, my soul-sister, yes, you are. Love you! ❤
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Glad to connect with you, soul-sister!💗🌟💜Peace, love, joy to you.
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😚❤
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