Wildflower

There’s a fine art to 

Being polite and authentic, 

At the same time…

Drawing outside the lines,

Without stepping on anyone’s toes?

But only doing “as is expected…”

Stopping at predetermined red lights,

And moving when they say go,

Stunts our personal freedom,

To live and grow,

Putting a shade over life’s

Intuitive inner glow…

Freely being ourselves would surely

Throw some messy incongruity

Into otherwise stagnant spaces…

Mixing things up,

Firing off synapses,

Causing seeds to become wildflowers.

Stirring up all kinds of trouble…

For those who prefer plastic roses,

To the real thing.

 

Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

Island Soul

Swept away in a sea of people,

“Island unto myself” deserted, 

Neglected, abandoned…

Forgotten land of lost,

And buried treasures.

 

Sailing off instead with the big ships,

In the high seas…

Terrified of missing the Fantasy Liner of other’s,

Dreams and desires.

Scared of being left behind,

In the dismal cold.

Tossed about in a sea of insecurity,

Waters threatening to overtake,

The hollow shell of me.

 

Exhausted, beaten up, tired of the fight,

Finally surrendered

To God’s higher will…

Washed up on the shore of my

True Island Soul,

There in the warm sunlight of grace, 

Where inner peace reigns,

And hope’s eternal springs flow,

Reuniting with God’s love is

 

Coming home to my

Beautiful Island Soul.

Not a place, just Inner Space

Of my own…to stretch out and breath,

At One, never lost, whether come or go.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

 

Re-membering Soul

When outer “egoic” reward is given,

It’s easy to bask in false pride,

Making gods of men,

And trusting in lies,

discarding soul needs,

Deeming pointless the

Small, still voice inside……..

But trust me,

Your soul is worth,

Absolute Divine love,

Absolute Divine glory,

And Absolute Divine care…

Sometimes it takes,

Losing everything,

To get this important,

Valuable soul-worth lesson.

Perhaps losing everything,

Is a small price to pay,

For regaining your,

Beautiful eternal soul.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Born Free

I needed to learn the value,

Of the freedom found,

In rewarding myself,

With my own being-ness…

To light a candle,

Put on my favorite music,

Do something just for me…

Draw,

Journal,

Take a bath,

Write a poem,

Read a good book…

Fill myself up, to overflowing,

With Love Divine,

Because,

I’m worth it.

I just forgot…

I was free since birth.

 

Gilda Patricia

Dropping Costumes

Super human,

Don’t claim to be.

Playing Wonder Woman,

Not my priority.

 

Letting go of,

Stubborn pride’s game.

Tight, ill-fitting costume,

Won’t suit me.

 

Giving it to God,

Just for today.

Wearing my truth,

Like a shield of honor.

 

Taking time out…

One very precious moment,

To relax, unwind,

Be me!

(I actually love Wonder Woman.  Just wouldn’t wish to fill her shoes!)

 

-Gilda Patricia

Past Level Ground

In the alligator pit of life,

Knocked so low,

With no choice but,

To climb or die.

 

Ascending,

Tears streaming,

Like cool sweat,

Strangely calming my emotions.

 

Hands and feet,

Bloody and raw,

From feeling every,

Painful sensation.

 

Scaling, advancing,

Picking up momentum,

Growing stronger,

More confident.

 

Buoyed by God’s

Love and grace,

LEVEL GROUND REACHED

Decide to just…keep climbing…

 

Higher up, with starlight,

From God’s kingdom,

Twinkling,

In my eyes,

 

Even the darkest night sky…Can’t take me down.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

Shadow Marriage

Living in the ring, 

Of inescapable loss.

Pain, despair and sorrow,

Seeping in and closing down.

 

Driven by fear,

Yet directed by love…

Down deep… deeper still,

Into shadowlands, all my own.

 

There finding,

Having and holding,

Newly cherished,

Pieces of my phantom heart.

 

Shadow and I,

As one, made whole,

Parting in death, maybe not?

No mortal to separate.

 

Light rising up,

From delusion’s and,

 Confusion’s

Abysmal depths.

 

Once upon a time,

At a loss…

God’s kingdom contained within,

From this day forth.

 

Enveloped,

In ring,

Of inescapable,

Unconditional Love.

 

-Gilda Patricia