Tag: spiritual path

The Eyes Know

Your eyes are the window,

To the heavens,

They contain a galaxy of stars…

Beautiful, intuitive soul!

I’ve met you before,

And we’ll meet again soon…

This I know.

Such heavenly days,

And heavenly ways,

Propel my spirit,

To dance with butterflies,

Lock eyes with fireflies,

Be electrified by ocean sprays,

And dazzled by sun rays…

Your love has lifted me higher,

Removing blinders,

To wonder and awe…

I’m Spirit’s daughter now,

Because I gazed into knowing eyes,

Kind eyes, your eyes.

-by gilda patricia

Red Carpet of Love

Choosing a path of heart healing,

I go within to “face the music,”

Walking with God on a Red Carpet of Love.

Repairing my once damaged,

Source connection,

I reclaim the music and the magic,

Regaining harmony, peace, joy, beauty and love,

To go the distance.

Keeping to God’s Red Carpet of Love,

Reaffirming, working and ever intending to,

“Face the music” within,

With faith, forgiveness,

Love and acceptance,

I tap into the music and the magic,

Of my own soulful spirit.

In awed and humble gratitude,

For God’s Red Carpet,

My heart sings,

And the song is Love.

-by gilda patricia

She, Divine Feminine

(a love story)

With no love within,

For herself,

She went out in the world,

In search of love,

But because of her love-lack mentality,

She faced many fears, blocks and obstacles,

To gaining or keeping love.

Then one day,

A slight shift of focus,

A miraculous bend of perspective,

Turned her eyes inward…

Clearly seeing the futility,

Of outer love seeking.

She watched her ego drop to its grave,

As her soul was saved,

Divine Mother filling her heart-soul,

And Father God’s Spirit enlivening her spirit,

Her Divine Feminine essence was,

Gaining wisdom and love,

Once unknown.

Before long she was reveling,

In the simple joy, peace and love,

As One beloved.

She, Divine Feminine,

Claims her rightful place,

As beloved…

No longer seeking love,

But only wishing,

To make the world a better place,

For love’s sake.

Blessings!

-gilda patricia

Dancing with Spirit

Feeling weary,

Feeling dreary,

Ghouls to my left,

Goblins to my right,

Walking with dread,

Into the darkened night,

Pushed and pulled by raging storms,

Blanketed in fear,

Swept up by sorrow.

Could this be my dance with Spirit?

Building pinnacles of trust,

Shaping arches of hope,

Balancing stones of strength,

Bringing geysers of compassion,

Weaving webs of angelic love,

Growing endless vines of peace,

Filling fields with abundant life…

My soul living infinitely in God’s kingdom,

And eternally in God’s Spirit,

Ever rooted in soulful security,

A heart overflowing in joy.

-by gilda patricia

Home Within

Wondering how before I’d functioned?

Once finding a place of in-destruction,

…at home within myself.

So long ago my journey began,

An inward trek of love and mercy,

…at home within myself.

Knocking on my heart’s door, at first with trepidation,

Ms. Divine Feminine extended the warmest invitation,

…at home within myself.

Through my heart’s now open door,

God’s living Spirit breathes new life,

…at home within myself.

Relief, reprieve and soulful ease,

To my surprise did I achieved,

…at home within myself.

Of wonder and awe,

Did I unlock a sheltered timeless dwelling space?

...at home within myself.

One grand and epic residence!

Where pain and illness has no place,

…at home within myself.

For here only Love,

May show it’s tender face,

…finally, happily with peace, love, joy and serenity… at home within myself.

by gilda patricia

 

Life’s Pavement

Sitting with a cup of tea in the local cafe, 

Looking out onto the busy road before me,

So many people driving and walking by,

Hurrying and scurrying here and there,

Like ants; anonymous faces, going to

Anonymous places, doing anonymous things,

Nothing unusual, just an ordinary day.

 

But today I see with a sudden burst of clarity,

How each person is an entire universe,

Unto themselves…

Carrying within a world of gifts and talents,

A world rich in experiences and desires,

To achieve, help, create, heal and survive,

To love and be loved,

To be entertained or perhaps entertain,

A world of family, friends and acquaintances,

A world of their own personal history and legacy,

Of challenges obviously faced and overcome,

Or they would not still be HERE, now…

Hurrying and scurrying about like ants,

Across life’s temporary pavement,

Making their imprints in this world…

Then moving on to new worlds,

Taking an entire universe with them,

When they go…

 

by gilda patricia

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

Infinite Eyes

A New Year…

Just another day in infinity...

Look, deeply look,

In your loved one’s eyes,

Behind them lies infinity…

Look, really look into the night skies,

Beyond such grandness stands infinity…

Look, really look with respect and dignity,

Upon all living things,

For in each one, infinity resides.

Infinity is all around,

Inbedded within and

Above and beyond.

So respect and love,

What you see here and now…

 

Just stop…

And see your world,

With infinite eyes.

 

-Gilda Patricia

“A blessed, safe, happy, healthy New Year to you and yours, in 2018!”

 

 

Heaven Will Wait

If life were only heaven,

I imagine things would be

Lovely and complete!

But how then to transform?

What to rise above?

What thing to unlearn?

When and where to create a life,

If no time or space?

With no place to play,

Or twists of fate,

Just peace, love and light…

Could there be a way to graduate?

Thankfully heaven will wait for me.

And when I’m good and done,

The sweetest chance to re-unite, rest…

And re-ignite, life’s inevitably 

Dimming flame.

-Gilda Patricia