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

 

 

 

Earth Angel

Dear Inner Child,

         Hi honey!  Do you have any clue how special you are?  No, of course you don’t.  Your “lovability” quotient, your worth, has nothing, zero, zilch to do with the people around you. The Universe adores you, precious angel, and is gifting you this very instant with even just your breath.  

         Angels are breathing air into your nostrils to fill your lungs.  And they are hovering around you like “helicopter angels,” making sure everything is functioning properly for you to survive.  Little Aunties and Grandma and Poppy angels too.  You mean the world to them!  Why?  Well because only you are you.  There’s never been and never will be another.  You are something utterly new, fascinating even. Their gaze fixed lovingly upon you, they are smiling and just so happy you got up today!  They gave you a gentle nudge, you just didn’t feel it, but it got you going.  

          They need you to do what you will, this day.  Your guardian angels think so highly of you! They have no human eyes, ears, arms, legs or bodies.  The world is a place they will never inhabit.  They need you to live, and pray you will live well and long.  So be an angel on earth for them!  They find you heavenly and love you truly.

                                                                   Love from, Future You.

The Being-ness of You

Withdrawing from,

The rewards of doing-ness,

Is first needed,

To experience the value,

Of simple being-ness .

Grace usually steps in,

To facilitate this 180 degree,

Life turn.

So don’t worry if looking,

Inward and upward,

instead of outward,

seems too hard!

Spiritual growth always happens,

Right on time…

 

When outer rewards,

Fall short, or miss the mark,

Leaving you bereft…

And wishing for,

Something more...

That may be the call,

To stop dreaming and seeking,

And simply try being…

Being love, being light, being peace, being joy…

Being you,

Yes you!

Wonderfully simple, yet equally complex,

Multifaceted, multidimensional,

Miracle of being-ness, the entire mess of you.

 

Please go and enjoy, your perfect you-ness.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

That’s Something!

God is Everything.

And it’s fair to say,

That I am something.

As something is,

Part of Everything,

So too, God must be,

Part of me.

NOW THAT’S SOMETHING!

 

Once I link to God,

Who is Everything,

I can stop running,

Willy nilly around,

As one without a head,

Viewing the whole wide world,

Through the eyes,

Of God instead.

 

When I clear my brain to correct,

Tunnel vision…

How much quicker and easier, 

I get where need to be!

Better than buying faster running shoes,

Or building stronger muscles.

I may be something, but without connecting to,

EVERYTHING, I am nothing.

 

-Gilda Patricia