Wildflower

There’s a fine art to 

Being polite and authentic, 

At the same time…

Drawing outside the lines,

Without stepping on anyone’s toes?

But only doing “as is expected…”

Stopping at predetermined red lights,

And moving when they say go,

Stunts our personal freedom,

To live and grow,

Putting a shade over life’s

Intuitive inner glow…

Freely being ourselves would surely

Throw some messy incongruity

Into otherwise stagnant spaces…

Mixing things up,

Firing off synapses,

Causing seeds to become wildflowers.

Stirring up all kinds of trouble…

For those who prefer plastic roses,

To the real thing.

 

Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

Grand Navigator

Fire’s passion could burn us to our core,

We could drown in a sea of emotions,

Be crushed by the weight of stagnant rock’s debris,

Be swept away by winds of change, or flights of fancy.

 

How do we know when, where

And what is safe to explore?

God as loving guide leads us,

With our intuitive, internal, (conscience) compass.

 

Ship’s finest Captain, unmatched Fire Tamer,  

Expert Aviator and Earth’s greatest Pioneer,

Steers us clear with skill and care.

G-reatest P-ath for S-oul assured…

 

With God’s “GPS” turned on.

 

-Gilda Patricia