Tag: compassion

Wholesome Love

The beauty and joy of wholesome (whole-sum) love,

…Souls remade in perfect oneness,

Real…Now…

Here for us!

This wholesome, magnetic, electric,

Field of love…

God’s love, true-self love, soul family love…

Love…love…love,

Love’s expert sewing needles stitching together,

Resuscitating, recirculating, reverberating,

recalibrating, reigniting,

And repairing each frozen,

Broken, hidden, brittle hole,

Reworking every mismatch, misstep and mis-stitch,

Calling lost souls back into love’s precious fold,

Held in one tender, life affirming blanket,

Of compassionate warmth,

Time for reveling in God’s rich,

Ever-green, pot of golden love,

A healing elixir,

for one and all,

Once and for all.

Happy New Year of help, hope and healing, 2021!

-gilda patricia

Compassionate Passion

What’s better, fire-red passion

Or pure white compassion?

Neither and both.

We need to find a loving space 

In the middle,

A place of forward movement,

And thinking,

Or else we just spin our wheels,

Round and round in circles,

Getting nowhere, becoming

More fearful or more feared.

 

True living is realizing our need,

For the opposite other,

Without abandoning, neglecting,

Or negating ourselves.

Our passionate red fire

Gives life purpose, meaning and

Reason for being, while

White purity of heart or

Spiritual goodness,

Subdues our passions,

Throwing some healing water,

On our flames and our pains.

Love is passion tempered with

Compassion…

Patience, trust, faith, rest, healing,

Acceptance, forgiveness and

Highest intentions.

Compassion is needed,

As we play our life games,

Reaching for our ruby-red dreams.

 

by gilda patricia 2018

 

 

 

 

 

The Path to Eternity

For my life, I would never have believed,

I came with a set of wings!

Feeling insignificant, small and alone,

Like I’d never touch the sky…

 

Yet my soul walked a million miles,

Journeyed a million different ways,

Without losing a minute of time,

Or needing a moments sleep…

 

Keeping busy experience collecting,

And memory keeping,

The soul sees much, learns much,

Loves much and knows much…

 

Remaining untouched by time.

Age is a foreign language to the timeless, eternal soul.

Real life a moving harmony,

Underneath time’s movie reel.

 

Move and be moved,

By true life’s

Spirit evoking and soul encompassing

Symphony…

 

When the time is right,

Life compassionately nudges us

Out of our comfortable nests,

Where we lay fast asleep…

 

“Fly, little Soul, fly!” Life says.

And in that moment,

We taste eternity,

Feel its tender breath on our face.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

 

 

Perched Owl

Wise old owl perched high up in your tree,

Are you half awake or half sleeping?

“Awake, O’sleeper, and arise from the dead,

And Christ will give you light.”

Are you moving towards the light,

Or falling into darkness?

If you are confused, trust God,

And trust your instincts.

Watch for the leaning branch of complacency.

Venture into the dark cave of self-discovery,

Let your conscience be your guide…

Be illuminated by the Christ light within.

Truth cannot be kept hidden, 

Even from darkness.  

Blind obligation, crushing pressures,

And the weight of false guilt, do not serve.

Seek soulful awareness.

Lean on the enduring Love of Christ…

Freeing, compassionate and kind.

 

-Gilda Patricia

Rattling the Status Quo

The underdog, the outsider, the strong-willed,

The misunderstood, the introspective, the passionate,

The addicted, those living “on the spectrum,”

The left out, the left behind, or passed over,

The undiscovered and undefined,

The way-pavers and way showers,

The rule breakers and troublemakers,

The hard to please and hard to know,

The uncontainable and untrainable…

 

Shaking things up,

Preventing stagnation,

Rattling all the caged bones,

Keeping dust from settling on miscued priorities…

Their deep wounds keeping open or reopening,

Compassionate spaces in our hearts,

Stopping them from locking up,

Or rusting over from non-use,

And from everyday robotic living.

 

So rattle our cages,

Test our hearts,

Threaten our unquestioned days,

And complacent nights,

Push the element to expand our notion,

And vision of what it means,

To be human,

Our reason for being and

Our final destination…

 

For a spiritually sick, spiritually lacking world,

Cannot survive “status quo,” for long,

Thank God for the outcasts and misfits,

Who at the very least, get us thinking…

Perhaps the problems in the world,

Not their doing, but evidence,

Of one spiritually un-evolved and

Malnourished “Human Body“…

Filled with judgements and such.

 

Our world, perhaps in need of one big,

Group hug?

 

–Gilda Patricia

Why I Love the Rain…

 

Low hanging tumultuous clouds,

Crossing blackened night.

Stirring sense of,

Something brewing…

That “pre-storm” feel.

Silent heaving sky,

Attempting to hold back,

Precipitation.

Much anticipation for,

Groundbreaking release of,

“Sky’s Water Show”…

Rarely to disappoint,

No dry eyes in the house!

Cool refreshing droplets,

Of liquid peace.

Shared tears,

Nourishing calming soothing rain,

Seeping through cracks,

In my broken-hearted spaces.

 

By Gilda Patricia