At Home in Divine Feminine

A Higher Love story…

Rising up from the depths,

Out over the rubble of untruth,

Divine Feminine speaks,

Her voice rings crystal clear,

For the first time ever these words are uttered,

Which now surface shamelessly, unabashedly,

Though they’ve been rumbling and bubbling,

Hidden beneath her false sheen,

For perhaps her Centuries long existence…

There are a few left standing to hear her speak,

Of those who once shaped and formed her,

Into a robotic useful thing for their own benefit and pleasure,

But at this time everyone is surprisingly quiet and still,

One bird shriek can be heard from the distance, nothing more,

Then she says, for all, for anyone or perhaps none to hear,

I am loved!

I am lovable!

I am love unconditional!

This time she is heard,

By the One who matters,

The breath, or Spirit of

Life immediately makes His way,

Back Home to her,

The place He always belonged,

Never again to leave.

Now on earth serendipity reigns,

And peace, love and

Joy abound.

 

-gilda patricia

Happy Valentine’s Day to Divine Feminine!

God bless Mother Earth.

 

The Effects of Angel Dust

Perhaps treading too lightly

To shake up world history books,

But just a flicker of your glistening light,

And your whisper soft words,

Keep spirits afloat.

Protecting broken hearts from

Crumbling or numbing,

Advocate for the invisible,

Oft’ neglected soul,

You reclaim their royal significance.

This humble witness proclaims,

“You’ve made your mark!”

…For a healing dose of your angel dust,

Remains sprinkled upon,

My ever grateful heart.

 

(Dedicated to my mom on Mother’s Day, and all the other beautiful soul warriors out there…You know who you are!!!)

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Love’s True Precision

We think “Divine love for all,”

Sounds generic and bland,

Not nearly special or unique.

But this is far from the truth,

Of God’s plan.

God knows us each personally,

Every heart string counts.

He travels to those hidden spaces inside,

Revealing our hope, desires and wishes…

Then echoes them right back, “no strings attached.”

Nothing is impossible,

Or out of reach…for God,

The most loving “Soul Doctor,”

Providing love for us, so precise and true,

A perfect match.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Incredible Shrinking Souls

Did you ever stop to wonder,

How a baby’s smile,

And glistening eyes,

Can brighten the lives,

Of everyone in the room?

 

I imagine their soul, ten feet tall,

Uncontainable, shining

Light stretching out,

Far and wide,

To touch even the saddest soul.

 

Precious and rare,

As a flower in full bloom,

Accepting sun’s rays,

Trusting, loving,

No judgements perceived.

 

Joyful and carefree,

Loving without restraint.

Tell me, can’t you feel,

The brilliant light,

They emanate?

 

Often as we age,

Our light grows dim.

 Souls shrinking up,

Curling in tight,

Small as a baby.

 

Many souls shut down completely,

In protection,

From all they know and see,

Avoiding painful blows,

Of disappointment, dishonor, despair.

 

The world we live in,

Is not known,

For maintaining,

Larger than life,

Open wide souls.

 

The next time you see a baby,

Stop to soak in their light.

Be reminded what it means,

To live with grand exuberance,

Heart and soul open wide.

 

Know you are witnessing a miracle.

 

I do believe,

Souls shrink as we grow,

So remember to keep sending extra love,

To everyone,

Everywhere you go!

 

-Gilda Patricia

Beyond the Labrynth

With all life’s twists,

And all it’s turns…

 

Labrynth…

Of failed attempt, of dreams lost,

Back bent, broken,

By exhaustion, sorrow, confusion, regret.

 

With healing, forgiveness, love,

I found this place…

A beautiful, peaceful space

Inside my soul…

 

HEART SANTUARY.

 

For this, God,

Eternally grateful.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/sanctuary/

 

 

 

 

The Perfect Dream of You

In my dreams,

Lie your sweet perfection…

The truest love song ever written,

Brightest candle ever lit,

Fullest moon in darkest night.

 

Pretending to wish you by my side…

Just a game,

For my heart already knows,

Perfect Reality,

Could not survive harsh daylight.

 

Still, I find, sweet dreams of you,

Keep me going, striving, reaching, growing,

Beyond surviving…

 

For these untainted reveries of you,

Lay nestled inside… a perfect world of bliss;

My Future Heaven.

 

-Gilda Patricia

(A letter addressed to my Higher/Future Self.)

 

Day 20- word of the day- kundiman (n.) meaning love song

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/

 

 

 

 

The Lone Poet

Scaling the endless,

Breadth of the imagination,

And braving the solitary,

Depth of the human spirit,

With surprising grace and ease.

 

Capturing life’s elusive,

Inner rhythm,

Single heartedly;

 

The Lone Poet.

 

Traversing the inner landscape,

Of the human heart.

Stepping gingerly,

Through pathways and corridors,

Overgrown with richness,

And brimming with life;

 

Such a beautiful sight!

 

The Lone Poet,

Whose lines and verse,

Keep pace with humanity’s,

Brightest days,

And darkest nights,

 

Never really walks alone.

 

-Gilda Patricia

Deep Sea “Inner” Diver

Diving bravely into the

Murky mess of my emotions,

 

If I go down deep enough,

The water becomes,

Crystal clear;

 

Revealing facets and aspects,

 Of a life once buried at sea,

But never lost there.

 

Encapsulated only,

In pretend coffins,

As nothing left unfinished,

Really dies.

 

Shipwrecked chambers,

Of my heart,

Resurrected.

 

Sunken treasure found.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

Emptying My Suitcase in Heaven

If I was given the chance,

Before making the trip to heaven,

To pack up one suitcase,

Full of heart memories,

To take with me,

 

Upon my arrival,

Through those pearly gates,

Stopping immediately,

To empty my suitcase,

The first thing to take out,

Would be the memory of your smile;

 

Those pearly whites,

Shining their bright light,

Back at me,

Having lifted and carried me forward,

Through most of my days.

 

And so, there is no question,

When moving upward and onward,

They’d remain with me.

-Gilda Patricia

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/empty