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

Get Connected!

Do what you love,

for the love of others,

and get into the,

One~~~Living~~~Stream~~~

God’s eternal Holy Waters~

supplying the flow~~~ 

for life’s creations*

Try sending a “google” out~

to God…asking a question*

then waiting on a reply~

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When you are swimming in~ 

the stream of the Living Waters~

then you are networking~

with ease* 

Connected and~~~

One~~~with~~~life’s~~~endless~~~flowing~~~

R~~~e~~~c~~~r~~~e~~~a~~~t~~~i~~~o~~~n~~~*

 

(No computer skills necessary,

and the network connection is free!)*

 

This Space and Time

There is space and time…

For a blessed and peaceful reunion, 

Of hearts and minds.

 

There is space and time…

For my heart to beat within my chest,

In love, in joy, in grief, in pride. 

 

There is space and time…

For air to fill my lungs and leave my nostrils,

Tasting life’s breath.

 

There is space and time…

To accept the flavors of life,

Savoring their richness, beauty and wonders.

 

There is space and time…

To anticipate sharing love,

Accepting a lover to have and to hold.

 

There is still space and time…

To live…until I die,

Releasing space/time dust,

And merging back into the re-creation of God’s infinite design.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

The Evergreen Promise

                                           This

                                          Baby

                               Of Our Dreams…

                         Born So Meek and Fair...

               A Light So Brightly Shining Within,

           Redeemer Set to Bear the World’s Sins 

        And Make Our Souls Evergreen Again…But For Now

 Sweet Baby Jesus, Rest Your Precious Head and Dream Your

                  Newborn Baby

         Dreams.

 

 

Peace on Earth & Merry Christmas!

-Gilda Patricia

 

The Modest Ones

God bless the desperate modest ones,

Who take so little and 

Feel so much…

Whose hearts are wider than

The sky, a sweet song 

On their lips to sing,

Yet, perhaps an octave too high,

For others to join in?

Alone, for now…

But still connected, 

To the universal heartbeat, 

Of oneness, love and light.

One day the whole world will

Know their song, when the sun

Peeks out from behind dark clouds,

They will sing their final sad verse.

…Until then, silent daisies in the field,

Perk up and slightly bend,

Toward the modest ones.

(In honor of those who shine their light down on others without exception and without expectation.)

-Gilda Patricia