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

Mining for Gold

Skimming stones,

Across water’s surface…

False pursuits,

Of superficial illusion.

Shiny plastic widgets and what-nots,

Look good to the eyes,

Feel good to the ego…

While devoid of human-heart-truth,

And filled with soul-depth-deprivation.

Sorrow saturating a rotted-out core.

...Changing focus,

Diving deep,

Mining substantial, sustainable Love,

Basking in penetrating yet forgiving Light.

Anchoring new foundations,

Of God’s underlying golden peace.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

The Hurricane Within

A hurricane of feelings,

Buried sludge and mess,

Coming up to the surface,

And into the Light of awareness,

To heal, TO HEAL, only to heal..

 

Running away our whole lives,

Thinking we dodged that bullet.

Now these feelings are back suddenly,

And with a vengeance,

To heal, TO HEAL, only to heal…

 

An avalanche of emotion,

A tsunami of grief,

A torrid of raining despair,

With tornado force angry winds slapping us in the face,

To heal, TO HEAL, only to heal...

 

Our assumed solid structures threatened,

High tide seeping into our bones,

Pushing our most hidden buttons,

Breaking down our most trusted defenses and strongest resistance.

Why?  …Ah yes, to heal.

 

Feelings just passing through,

 Not here to stay…

False assumptions, loveless pursuits, ego gains,

Unforgiving pride, riding out inner storms alone,

Without God…

 

Stop now and step securely

Into the center of the storm, the eye

Where God’s infinitely loving and peaceful presence

Resides.

Wait there for angels to sing.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Eternal Love

You don’t have to walk,

A thousand more miles,

Chase a thousand more mirages,

Break a thousand more hearts,

Lose a thousand more dreams,

Write a thousand more sonnets,

Sing a thousand more ballets,

Live a thousand more empty lives…

 

Eternal love is here now with you.

See it, feel it, live it,

And with every breath, breathe it.

No other truth will rise above,

And supersede it,

Unless, lies you feed it.

But you no longer need it!

So keep your heart crystal clear and new…

Shining with the light of Everlasting Love in you.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

The Ah Ha! Moment

Poetry does nothing,

But sometimes it moves us…

Like a sunrise or a song, 

Or falling in love.

That ah ha! moment hitting us is

The Holy Spirit moving through us,

In all his glory, each time shifting

Our perceptions,

Unlocking one more door inside our hearts,

Melting one more frozen heart layer…

And finally when all the layers of lies and

Untruth are peeled away,

What’s left but a beating heart,

Fresh and pure as the driven snow,

And just as silent.

 

Gilda Patricia

(This poem was inspired by Davy D. of Inside the Mind of Davy D. 

From his June 5th 2017 post “Poetry makes nothing happen.” -W.H. Auden)

https://davydblog.com