Compassionate Passion

What’s better, fire-red passion

Or pure white compassion?

Neither and both.

We need to find a loving space 

In the middle,

A place of forward movement,

And thinking,

Or else we just spin our wheels,

Round and round in circles,

Getting nowhere, becoming

More fearful or more feared.

 

True living is realizing our need,

For the opposite other,

Without abandoning, neglecting,

Or negating ourselves.

Our passionate red fire

Gives life purpose, meaning and

Reason for being, while

White purity of heart or

Spiritual goodness,

Subdues our passions,

Throwing some healing water,

On our flames and our pains.

Love is passion tempered with

Compassion…

Patience, trust, faith, rest, healing,

Acceptance, forgiveness and

Highest intentions.

Compassion is needed,

As we play our life games,

Reaching for our ruby-red dreams.

 

by gilda patricia 2018

 

 

 

 

 

A Lovely Life

Life is lovely when you’re connected.

When you raise your vibration,

Then you’re lighter than air,

Ready to break free of,

Your once perceived jail.

This life is spiritual and so are you!

You can flourish and fly,

On a higher plane of existence…

Where every loving dream you’ve 

Ever dreamed is already true,

And your eternal spirit and precious,

Soul already co-exist,

In blissful union.

 

-gilda patricia  2018

 

Peaceful Dream Reality

Why do we believe,

That places without pain, 

Are less real, 

Than places with pain?

Could our eyes deceive us,

Into perceiving solid space,

As more real,

Than the invisible space,

Where Jesus Christ Himself resides?

Even the air around you is holy,

Meditate on this with each breath in,

Sending it peacefully back out.

Turn your eyesight inside out,

To stop seeing things upside down,

And backwards.

Rely on insight over eyesight.

Let the well-spring of true life,

Bubble up from within,

So God’s light may be seen,

And His peaceful dreams begin.

 

-Gilda Patricia

Rest Easy and Long

I can’t save my family,

I can’t save the world.

In God’s love rest easy, rest long…

Try as I may,

I can’t hold back the breaking dawn.

Rest easy my child, rest long…

All my fruitless pushing and pleading,

Won’t cause a tidal wave’s receding.

Pointless worry, wasted effort and time,

On unknown reason and rhyme?

In God’s love come rest your head,

Rest easy, rest long…

Knowing you are blessed!

Take away my security, my home,

My strength and my song,

Leave me on the street for dead,

Disregard all I’ve ever done or said,

For I know God’s love carries on.

And only in God’s love,

Do I rest easy and long…

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

This Space and Time

There is space and time…

For a blessed and peaceful reunion, 

Of hearts and minds.

 

There is space and time…

For my heart to beat within my chest,

In love, in joy, in grief, in pride. 

 

There is space and time…

For air to fill my lungs and leave my nostrils,

Tasting life’s breath.

 

There is space and time…

To accept the flavors of life,

Savoring their richness, beauty and wonders.

 

There is space and time…

To anticipate sharing love,

Accepting a lover to have and to hold.

 

There is still space and time…

To live…until I die,

Releasing space/time dust,

And merging back into the re-creation of God’s infinite design.

 

-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