Heart of Oneness

Think back to a time you felt Oneness…

Were you in the middle of the ocean, in a tropical locale, with clean, clear warm waters, feeling the warm sun and soft breeze on your face and hearing the gently crashing waves?

Were you on some other vacation?  Were you on a speed boat feeling the sprays, were you on a peaceful lake or in the middle of a red wood forest?  Were you looking up at a full moon?  Were there animals around?  Were they making noises?  Were crickets, frogs or birds chirping?  Maybe you were on a safari and heard some lions, elephants or monkeys?  Can you imagine their noises?

Did you feel oneness during a loving relaxed time spent with family or a friend?

Was it your wedding day?  Better yet, was it on your honeymoon?  Or was it the day you got engaged?

Was it the day you had a baby, or got your baby, or held a baby?  When you first looked into their eyes and saw their smile?

Or was it the day you fell in love?

Looking back further in time, was it a day from your childhood?  Were you carried by a parent, or playing with a pet, or just carefree playing in the street with friends, or at a sleepover?

Now go back even further and imagine the peaceful oneness of being in your birth mother’s womb. Can you hear the heartbeat?

So, if you’re ever feeling anxious, sad, overwhelmed or separated for any reason at all, just come back to your center and reclaim your connected oneness…for deep down in your heart and soul you know oneness as truth.

-by gilda patricia

(poem inspired by Dr. Tieraona Love Dog M.D. from her sacred feminine class)

Emptying My Suitcase in Heaven

If I was given the chance,

Before making the trip to heaven,

To pack up one suitcase,

Full of heart memories,

To take with me,

 

Upon my arrival,

Through those pearly gates,

Stopping immediately,

To empty my suitcase,

The first thing to take out,

Would be the memory of your smile;

 

Those pearly whites,

Shining their bright light,

Back at me,

Having lifted and carried me forward,

Through most of my days.

 

And so, there is no question,

When moving upward and onward,

They’d remain with me.

-Gilda Patricia

 

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A Cupful of Heart Memories

I don’t see life,

As a race to collect,

More and more experiences,

For the simple sake,

Of collecting them;

 

Only to be kept crumpled up,

In old worn out pockets,

Or locked away,

In dark, dusty closets.

 

Experiences need to be

Savored slowly,

Felt deeply,

And stored safely…

 

Turning otherwise,

Lost moments,

Into warm memories,

Tenderly cupped,

In open and loving hearts.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

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!