He paddles his boat,
boat encounters wrath.
Wrath prevents smooth float,
float could open paths.
Paths guide towards light,
light eases his soul.
Soul twinkles so bright,
bright comfort lets go.
Lets go of the knots,
knots swiftly unfold.
Unfold twisted plots,
plots to steal control.
Control the steep steps,
steps he chose to take.
To take with great depth,
depth exposes fake.
Fake barriers swept,
with a fine toothed comb.
Comb through to accept,
accept, hope, and roam.
Roam the future roads,
roads run endlessly.
Endlessly explode,
explode splendidly.
Splendidly echoes,
echoes hearts with truths.
Truth unmasks all ego,
ego schemes diffuse.
Diffuse profound lies,
lies fall off their shelf.
Shelf that holds grand prize,
grand prize is true self.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy