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…

Doing “as is expected…”

Stopping at preset lights,

Moving only when someone else says go…

Could very well stunt personal freedom,

And the chance to live and grow.

Would it put a shade over life’s

Intuitive inner glow?

Freely being ourselves could

Stir up dust,

Into otherwise stagnant spaces…

Mixing things up,

Firing off synapses,

Causing seeds to become wildflowers.

Do you prefer plastic roses,

Or 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