Brick Walls and Butterflies

You say you love me,

But you don’t know me,

So how…?

 

The weight of this question,

Hangs oppressively,

Over my bones.

 

Why this brick wall,

Barricading my spirit?

 

And yet,  I don’t even,

Really know me.

 

The more I live,

The deeper I go,

And the more I see.

 

Gathering small pebbles (of truth),

From this unknowable,

Free flowing Stream.

 

But God, You know and love me,

And so my heart is joyful, light and free,

As a butterfly taking it’s final flight home.

 

Infinity’s daughter, 

Blessed by life’s endless discoveries.

 

Carried softly on the wind,

Of God’s love,

Accompanied by other,

Beautiful butterfly souls;

 

Our collective humanity.

 

(Because brick walls can’t fence butterflies in…)

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/fence

 

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

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/empty

This is not Unconditional Love

What’s more romantic than,

Giving yourself away,

For love?

 

What’s more meaningful?

What more is there worth,

Living for?

 

My mind is your mind,

My soul is your soul,

We are of one heart,

One body, one life;

Once my only wish.

 

But love doesn’t require,

Giving myself away;

Only God is capable,

Of surviving,

That sacrifice.

 

God protected me,

From myself;

 Set me on a healing path,

So many years ago,

Against my smaller will.

 

Thank You God,

For showing me,

 Real Unconditional love.

 

-Gilda Patricia

Seasons of Love and Hope

God’s love cannot be held in any container,

But permeates out to touch us,

Pouring forth like sunlight.

 

Maybe we can’t always feel the warmth,

Directly on our skin,

As we do in the summer of our lives;

 

As the Summer sun warms us,

Like no other season.

 

There’s a million sad stories in the world,

Every one, to me, a thing of beauty;

Stories of our fragility and our humanity.

 

Somehow the Springing forth of new life,

Or new love, like the first bud from a Winter‘s thaw,

Will  always capture my hope and imagination.

 

The most beautiful gift a human does possess,

Is the power within, to keep loving,

  In spite of a Fall.

 

These are the stories I never grow weary,

 Of seeing or reading or hearing,

  Like an Adele love song.

Gilda Patricia

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/summer

 

 

Clearing “Love’s Double Vision”

 

Connecting one’s missing pieces to a lover,

is a mystery of epic sorts;

an elegant dance for two,

matchless and true.

 

Believe me,

I’m the first to lose my foothold,

to fall.

 

What a dream to say,

“You complete me.”

I am you , you are me,

 now this beautiful We.

 

But what happens when that dance ends,

and I get back me; 

claiming all these broken pieces, for my own?

 

With karma complete,

is it time to retreat?

 

 If romance has flown, 

do I simply follow her sweet breath,

 out the door?

 

Or does mature love offer the promise,

of something more?

 

Selfless, rugged and raw,

this chance so seldom chosen,

to stay and continue to love another.

 

Christopher Columbus set sail for virgin terrain.

Perchance, I as well,

will discover a truer version of you, 

making our love strangely pure and new.

 

At least 10 thousand times,

 I’ve looked in your deep brown eyes.

Yet now, for the first time,

I’m seeing you.

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

 

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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