Tag: spiritual

 Thousands of Starry Eyes

What if the stars shining at night were in fact,

Starry eyes?

Thousands of blinking, winking eyes,

Eyes of your higher spiritual family,

Living in the heavens.

What if they were gleaming with pride,

As they wished you well,

Offering their gentle love and support,

While you traversed a darker, heavier land?

Thousands of twinkling eyes,

Dotting the skies,

 Ancient celestial ancestors,

 Our long forgotten loved ones,

Who haven’t forgotten us.

So, if you look up at the sky tonight,

Imagine if you would,

Glistening starry eyes

Filling the firmament,

Shining their love down,

And raining blessings upon you…

And maybe give a little wink back.

-gilda patricia

Christ’ True Love Light

It can be hard to tell what’s real,

From what’s not,

Besides the fact that,

What’s true for you,

And what’s true for me,

Could be a million miles away…

A distance great enough to form a chasm,

A million miles deep,

Or make a million children weep,

Or arouse a million sleepy bears,

From hibernation,

Or stir up the waters of an entire ocean.

But there’s really only one truth worth mentioning here,

And that is the love light of Christ,

Shining down so that we might absorb,

And reflect this love light back out,

Into our world…

For Christ’ love light alone,

Is strong enough to disintegrate every barrier,

Bridge every chasm,

Offer deep rest and perfect healing peace,

Dry every tear,

Or calm an entire ocean.

For Christ’ love light raises us swiftly,

To higher ground…

Placing us in that holy meeting space,

Midway between,

My truth and yours…

May we go there now.

-gilda patricia

A blessed and holy St. Valentines day to my Word Press family and greater world family.

Unlocking the Now Moment

Between the ticks and tocks of your kitchen clock,

Hidden and neatly tucked away,

Mostly invisible, nearly inaudible,

Found only by faith,

The now moment opens up a brand new day.

A near lifetime of chances,

To get here now and slip through that

Tiny doorway to a new spiritual way.

This door is more of a Light filled crack,

Shining from beyond linear time and space.

Really, the slightest of slivers,

This Light forever beckoning us,

Though sought mainly by the humble or the distraught.

Other’s heads filled to overflowing,

With past and future,

Impressions, beliefs, patterns, fears, hopes, wishes, dreams and regrets.

Too much density to allow in now’s steady stream of Divine Light.

For this reason alone,

They remain locked out.

Time to let go and let God’s Light in.

-by gilda patricia

At Home in Divine Feminine

A Higher Love story…

Rising up from the depths,

Out over the rubble of untruth,

Divine Feminine speaks,

Her voice rings crystal clear,

For the first time ever these words are uttered,

Which now surface shamelessly, unabashedly,

Though they’ve been rumbling and bubbling,

Hidden beneath her false sheen,

For perhaps her Centuries long existence…

There are a few left standing to hear her speak,

Of those who once shaped and formed her,

Into a robotic useful thing for their own benefit and pleasure,

But at this time everyone is surprisingly quiet and still,

One bird shriek can be heard from the distance, nothing more,

Then she says, for all, for anyone or perhaps none to hear,

I am loved!

I am lovable!

I am love unconditional!

This time she is heard,

By the One who matters,

The breath, or Spirit of

Life immediately makes His way,

Back Home to her,

The place He always belonged,

Never again to leave.

Now on earth serendipity reigns,

And peace, love and

Joy abound.

 

-gilda patricia

Happy Valentine’s Day to Divine Feminine!

God bless Mother Earth.

 

Day of the Heart

The heart knows, then…

The brain tries to understand.

The heart sees, then…

The brain deciphers.

The heart recognizes, then…

The brain names and labels.

The heart remembers, then…

The brain judges.

The heart loves, then…

The brain fears the loss of love.

The heart joins, then…

The brain divides so his ego might live.

The heart lives in joy, then…

The brain, tied up with the ego, lets the curtain fall on joy.

Drop into your heart center, then…

Peacefully, joyfully, lovingly,

Come alive on this glorious, beautiful,

God given day!!

Happy New Year!!!! 2020

-gilda patricia

Thank God for Hell?

We need the rain to appreciate

A sunny day,

As we need struggle and pain,

To recognize beauty and ease.

We must have darkness,

To see a candle’s light,

As to witness the stars,

Of course we need night.  

 

It’s strange to have gratitude,

To stop and thank God,

For life’s hardships and heartaches…

But in rising like a phoenix,

From the depths of hell,

The taste of heaven,

Is always so much sweeter.

 

Some people bring us sunshine,

And pure delight!

But for those who offer,

Nothing but rain…

Strut across their dreary terrain,

Wrapped in your own,

Bright and beautiful rainbow.

 

by gilda patricia

 

We Don’t Die

God created a world,

Where people die.

Now, God is either,

Completely cruel,

Or we don’t really die…

Perhaps after death,

We simply turn inside out,

And keep right on living.

Maybe we’re actually,

Inside out right now,

Our hearts sealed up,

Inside hollow chest cavities,

Instead of right out there,

On our sleeves,

Beating wildly,

Bravely, fiercely,

To fullest capacity,

Without apology,

Alive.

 

gilda patricia

Love Beyond Doubt

You are loved beyond a 

Shadow of a doubt…

No matter what you did,

Or didn’t do,

No matter how you look,

Or don’t look,

No matter what you have,

Or don’t have,

No matter what, know that

Right here and now,

Beyond a shadow of any doubt…

You are loved, my friend,

For God’s universal love is

Loving you.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Peaceful Dream Reality

Why do we believe,

That places without pain, 

Are less real, 

Than places with pain?

Could our eyes deceive us,

Into perceiving solid space,

As more real,

Than the invisible space,

Where Jesus Christ Himself resides?

Even the air around you is holy,

Meditate on this with each breath in,

Sending it peacefully back out.

Turn your eyesight inside out,

To stop seeing things upside down,

And backwards.

Rely on insight over eyesight.

Let the well-spring of true life,

Bubble up from within,

So God’s light may be seen,

And His peaceful dreams begin.

 

-Gilda Patricia