Sitting on my velvet throne,
opening up to unknowns.
Noticing the subtle hues,
searching for another clue.
Sitting on my velvet throne,
entering my sacred zone.
Close my eyes to see the truth,
images create great views.
Sitting on my velvet throne,
feeling every lesson shown.
Sense each heartbeat as it pumps,
form dimensions, to then jump.
Sitting on my velvet throne,
with no one, but not alone.
Taking gulps of brilliant light,
letting go of pain and spite.
Sitting on my velvet throne,
trusting fully, letting go.
Allowing my soul to flow,
so my character can grow.
Sitting on my velvet throne,
journeys teach the fate I know.
There is much more than most think,
held within the quickest blink.
– Grace. Y. Estevez – Reddy