Love’s Double Vision

The missing piece of me,

standing there, outside myself.

How perfect!  He likes me!

 

At first I imagined him intuiting all the shrouded,

hidden, cryptic parts of me.

Maybe he loved me, even then,

knowing there was exponentially,

so much yet unrealized?

 

Seeing past eyes, skin, nails and hair;

a carefully tailored facade, stripped bare,

by love’s expertise.

But what exactly does love see,

romantic love especially?

 

Do a double take, steal another peak,

could we perhaps just be seeing double?

I love you and you love me,

or you love you and I love me.

Wait, no!!  This can’t possibly be true? 

 

I too, standing helplessly before you,

a mere version of the missing piece,

of you.

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Me and The Greater Sea

(This is an expanded version of the poem “Conscious Gratitude” posted June 13 2016)

 One day I looked out over the majestic body of water named, The Atlantic Ocean. Feeling very small, in comparison and lost in my own inadequate reverie,  I asked myself and the sea, “What’s so special about this body called me?”

 And the sea responding rightly, through the channel of my heart said, “Ahhh, you see me!  Conscious awareness is your priceless human ability, though seeing past pain, a challenge, and finding gratitude, a choice.  Stop now and readjust your vision.”

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Conscious Gratitude

Today, I stop, take notice,

And thank God for,

The gift of being AWARE.

 

Simply being conscious…

Of my hands that can write, touch, carry and hold,

My eyes that can see beauty, read, and connect with others,

My nose that allows me to breath in life…

Almost imperceptibly,

My feet which take me painlessly where I need to be,

My ears that hear beautiful music to brighten my day,

My voice which can speak my truth, express love, and pray…

For more gratitude.

 

So, whenever I’m fearful, frustrated, sad, or angry,

I choose gratitude, 

Life’s natural elixir,

And remedy for much unneeded, unnecessary, unwelcome pain.

 

The abilities I have are gifts,

Not a given.

Today, I will be consciously grateful,

Especially so, for the one most precious gift,

Life.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

God’s Love Song

I view serendipity as the loving gestures,

Of One Romantic Universe;

 

A love song of sorts,

Moving and pulsing through the air;

 

Little chance happenings,

That touch my soul,

And raise my spirits,

In perfect time.

 

A child says, “I love you,”

When  I feel broken,

And depleted, 

Yet hide it with a smile.

 

A rose falls,

At my feet,

When not wanting to take,

One step more.

 

A bird stops to sing in my ear,

With encouraging little tweets.

(There are birds of many feathers, 

Including all of you here!)

 

There are days when God’s sweet,

Love notes,

Won’t register,

Clear and fine and true,

 

 

But once I turn down,

 The noise and static,

In my brain,

And listen with care,

 

God’s loving verse plays,

Strong and sure,

A melodious accompaniment,

To my day…

 

Both delightful,

And sublime.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

Buried Heart Treasure

Once horrified by my human imperfections,

Not feeling up to standard,

Up to par,

Or truly deserving of love,

And acceptance.

 

Yet, I’ve learned the most,

About my value,

From these very limitations.

 

I just kept digging deeper,

And deeper still,

Searching for my worth,

 

Until I stumbled upon,

A most beautiful,

And priceless treasure,

One soft and utterly defenseless,

Beating heart.

 

 

 

 

 

Sweet Music

What can I say?

You entice me with your words,

Your rhythm, your pulse,

Music, I adore thee!

 

You take me on a journey,

Of the heart,

With memories of times long ago,

And loves lost.

 

But you candy coat them all,

With sweetness and fondness,

So they never rust,

Or get swept away like dust.

 

You define moments,

As I live them,

Making good ones seem more wonderful,

And tough times more palatable.

 

Music sweet music,

How do you weave your magic?

Your notes must be a sister cord,

To the heart strings of my soul!

 

The Universal Heart Beat

Settle into joy,

And move gracefully,

From there.

 

Everything in due time,

Perfect order, rhythm, treble, pulse and rhyme.

 

There’s a Heart Beat,

To the Universe,

Thump, thump,

Thump, thump.

 

Stop long enough,

To feel the One pulse,

Set above,

The chaotic, oft dizzying time clocks,

of our world.

 

 Synchronize your,

 Heart strings, instead,

 To this tender love, sublime.

 

 

 

 

Love Threads

All good deeds (including prayer), 

Are sewn into the fabric of Love.

No good deed gets left on the spool,

Unsewn, (unknown).

 

Love could never deny Itself,

But only use the thread,

Which is of the same fabric,

For Absolute Good.

 

Sewing, sewing peacefully,

And ceaselessly into the night;

Creating a blanket of warmth,

For a world, otherwise at risk,

For hypothermia of the soul.

 

This poem is dedicated to all moms, especially my mom,

who works tirelessly for love.

 

Healing Heart

The conscious spiritual,

Healing path,

Can be described in 2 words,

Pure magic.

 

It’s really God’s grace,

Leading us, in time,

To heaven’s gate; a metaphor for,

That spontaneous and natural,

Defining moment,

When we drop our luggage or baggage,

At the door,

Allowing only love to enter.

 

Our heart, now as wide as the universe itself,

Becomes our heaven.

Young Spirits Break Free

Shattered by a crushing blow to heart, 

body, or spirit,

The ego left for nearly dead.

 

A lucky few surrender and cry out to God,

Thereby allowing the miracle of grace,

To sweep swiftly through their broken places,

 

Reigniting their soul’s flame,

Calming and drawing them into,

A dark inner wilderness,

Replete with emotional dragons, demons, and ghosts,

The likes of which few would care to know, or dare to go.

 

Yet turning back now,

Is to play pretend.

 

The trusted companion, grace,

Alights young soul travelers,

With joy, love, gratitude, peace and forgiveness,

 

Giving them strength to go the mile,

 Clearing and navigating,

The once hidden path of God’s Will.

 

Leading them down, out and all the way through,

To the (other), spiritually lighter side.

 

Young spirits freed,

Don their new wings.