Loser, winner,
Why identify?
We can still be happy,
Since neither is who we are.
Lose or win,
Is only what we do,
Sometimes up, sometimes down,
No reason to be proud or blue.
Who you are will always be,
A truth set,
In the fabric of Infinity…
Much stronger than earth’s stones and bones,
Soulful child of Eternal Mother,
Blessed accompaniment,
For God’s graceful symphony,
Love’s chosen one.
Life’s only joy,
When you are happy,
Cherubim spread wings,
And angels sing!
-Gilda Patricia
Hidden behind chosen front,
Veneer created for survival,
Thick, taut, cracked, hard, transparent, rough or shiny.
Glazing over and clouding,
Perfect vision,
Dimming and diminishing, Authentic Life.
Which face is real,
And which untrue,
Have we forgotten?
We need our fronts, tops, backs, and bottoms;
Places we live, work, eat, pray and play…
The concealing stories we tell.
A state of being maybe only death,
Could strip away?
Peeling back false nature…
Revealing,
Pure Love’s,
True Identity.
-Gilda Patricia
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