Mining for Gold

Skimming stones,

Across water’s surface…

False pursuits,

Of superficial illusion.

Shiny plastic widgets and what-nots,

Look good to the eyes,

Feel good to the ego…

While devoid of human-heart-truth,

And filled with soul-depth-deprivation.

Sorrow saturating a rotted-out core.

...Changing focus,

Diving deep,

Mining substantial, sustainable Love,

Basking in penetrating yet forgiving Light.

Anchoring new foundations,

Of God’s underlying golden peace.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Let Love Be the Limit

They say the sky’s the limit,

But when you let love be the limit,

Then the sky itself cracks open wide,

And all things hoped for,

Come falling down like rain…

Tiny crystalized diamond  tear drops,

Faith’s substance,

Reflecting the light,

Behind your wide open

Spiritual eyes.

 

“Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”

-Gilda Patricia

A Spiritual Quest

Time spent here is just experience lived.

Have we gained wisdom?

Have we learned compassion…

For ourselves, for others?

Good!  Then you’re progressing fine.

Time cannot run out.

Success has nothing to do with the length of 

Your mortality or the state of your physicality.

Spirit asks, “What have you learned of love?

What is your golden rule, faith or fear?

Who is your God, body or Spirit?”

Need more time to learn?  No worry!

Soul’s are eternal and so is your life…

On love’s infinite spiritual quest,

You are always access approved.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

“Rebirth”-Day

God’s spiritual world is holding its breath,

Awaiting my “rebirth”-day!

You see I’ve been spiritually minded,

For some time now,

But truth be told…I’ve still been

Wishing beyond wish and hoping,

Beyond hope that things would one day,

Somehow, someway…magically go

My Way.

But my very happiness depends now on

Me relinquishing these immature childhood,

Wishes and dreams.

Spiritual happiness means taking it all in…

Accepting all things as a gift, 

Minus the labels, minus the judgments,

Minus my expectations…

Of how things should be, about what

I deserve…

When every inch of the Universe Is always

Loving me, before, during, and forever after,

My “rebirth”-day.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

The Modest Ones

God bless the desperate modest ones,

Who take so little and 

Feel so much…

Whose hearts are wider than

The sky, a sweet song 

On their lips to sing,

Yet, perhaps an octave too high,

For others to join in?

Alone, for now…

But still connected, 

To the universal heartbeat, 

Of oneness, love and light.

One day the whole world will

Know their song, when the sun

Peeks out from behind dark clouds,

They will sing their final sad verse.

…Until then, silent daisies in the field,

Perk up and slightly bend,

Toward the modest ones.

(In honor of those who shine their light down on others without exception and without expectation.)

-Gilda Patricia

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

Live Serendipity

Serendipity is a way to become whole,

By reconnecting our loses.

So if you are experiencing loss,

You are actually one of the very

Lucky ones, who has the chance

To seek, to find, to see and to know

Serendipity, today.

 

Serendipity is for the losers.

It re-balances the playing field,

Where now the losers become 

The winners…

And love comes back to you

As gracefully and graciously,

As feathers in the wind.

 

-Gilda Patricia