Why do we believe,
That places without pain,
Are less real,
Than places with pain?
Could our eyes deceive us,
Into perceiving solid space,
As more real,
Than the invisible space,
Where Jesus Christ Himself resides?
Even the air around you is holy,
Meditate on this with each breath in,
Sending it peacefully back out.
Turn your eyesight inside out,
To stop seeing things upside down,
And backwards.
Rely on insight over eyesight.
Let the well-spring of true life,
Bubble up from within,
So God’s light may be seen,
And His peaceful dreams begin.
-Gilda Patricia
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Beautiful write Gilda , loved the line : even the air around you is holy . .
The realization in itself so blissful when the insight is relied over eyesight !
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Thanks Kamakhya! I’m so glad to hear you connected with the poem’s lines.
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You are most welcome
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A Stupendous explanation of a Peaceful Dream Reality.
👌💞🎶
Shiva
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Thanks Shiva! Your kind words are very appreciated✌️
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A beautiful poem to meditate on Gilda. I love the bit about turning your eyes inside out. Sometimes that is what we need to get a little perspective on life.
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Thanks Davy! You would know about this…“Inside the Mind of Davy D.” says
it all! God bless.
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🙂
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