Head spins endlessly,
Ideas and solutions abound,
Yet the main thing to know is,
“I deserve.”
Then the doorway to freedom opens wide.
Free to be happy,
Free to experience peace, love and joy…
In an ever rich and expansive sea of life,
God’s love child,
Lovable, loved,
I am love.
Know you are love!
by gilda patricia
Inner peace is hard to gain,
And even harder to maintain,
But well worth seeking,
Over outer wealth,
Fame or acclaim.
Unsure how to proceed?
The natural world’s already
Got this one figured out…
Just follow her lead.
by gilda patricia
Swept away in a sea of people,
“Island unto myself” deserted,
Neglected, abandoned…
Forgotten land of lost,
And buried treasures.
Sailing off instead with the big ships,
In the high seas…
Terrified of missing the Fantasy Liner of other’s,
Dreams and desires.
Scared of being left behind,
In the dismal cold.
Tossed about in a sea of insecurity,
Waters threatening to overtake,
The hollow shell of me.
Exhausted, beaten up, tired of the fight,
Finally surrendered
To God’s higher will…
Washed up on the shore of my
True Island Soul,
There in the warm sunlight of grace,
Where inner peace reigns,
And hope’s eternal springs flow,
Reuniting with God’s love is…
Coming home to my
Beautiful Island Soul.
Not a place, just Inner Space
Of my own…to stretch out and breath,
At One, never lost, whether come or go.
-Gilda Patricia
If roses were thornless,
Would love also be pain-free?
Would cows without udders,
Have low self-esteem?
A ship without a rudder,
Be a lost soul at sea?
What of a butterfly,
With Teflon wings?
I ponder…
Without fragility,
It’s beauty could we see?
If cotton candy,
Were not so sticky,
Would that really,
Be much fun?
…As much fun as,
Spare ribs that,
Aren’t messy!
Here’s some more,
Un-fun to conjure,
Try a sandless beach,
No graininess to rub,
Between the toes,
On your feet!
And what of a human,
Egoless?
… Perhaps free?
Gilda Patricia
Toes caressed in soft, white,
Sinking sand.
Sunscreen lathered on with care.
Chair set down,
In breezy place.
Soft breeze,
Subduing blaring heat,
On cracked skin.
Ears set to hear ocean’s,
Crashing love song.
Deep breath in,
Deep breath out,
Heavy lids close,
With healing rest.
RITUAL COMPLETE…
Serene, soul satisfying,
Moment’s peace.
-Gilda Patricia
A six-word tale:
The caged bird set free indaks.
Day 10 word- “indak” meaning, “To dance in time with the music.”
Word High July-30 Beautiful Filipino Words
Challenge set by A Reading Writer’s blog, and Doodles and Scribbles
https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/06/30/word-high-july-welcome/
Would you only,
Know a sunrise,
If it’s golden tones,
Were real nuggets,
Of gold?
Or a rainbow,
If it’s green hues,
Were cold, hard,
Dollar bills?
And if a thousand,
Sand dollars,
Were strewn,
Across the beach,
Glistening in the sun,
Like silver;
Would they need to be,
Susan B. Anthony,
To catch your eye?
The worth,
Of the stars,
The sky,
And the sea,
Is unknown,
To one,
Who’s heart is a sieve;
Merely panning the horizon,
For some “choice”commodity.
Surmising the only thing,
Of value (in the world),
Is that which,
Can be bought and sold,
Sieves out,
All the beauty,
Wonder and awe,
From my brain,
Replacing it instead…
With frozen little chunks of empty lies,
A life of real worth, devoid.
-Gilda Patricia
