Crack open the door
so eyes can explore
a little bit more
of existence core.
A peek into life
so hard to describe,
a perfect divine,
intricate design.
An abyss that’s not there,
yet flows through the air,
a mystical flare
always ever rare.
Swift trickling bright sparks
that glow in the dark,
creating a mark,
priceless work of art.
Shift views to exhale,
spirits taking sail,
no soul falls or fails,
pure peace is inhaled.
Clear thoughts can then form
what life will perform,
easing every storm,
so nature feels warm.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy