Opened Eyes

Falling peacefully to sleep,
every step feels warm and sweet,
breaths are held profoundly deep,
physical takes a back seat.

Tight shut eyes do not feel hurt,
unaware hearts never burn.
Perception lays on loose dirt,
blissful times can have a turn.

Inner eye knows what will be,
without need for wants to seek.
Consciousness creates for me,
ego learns to turn a cheek.

Examine riddles and signs,
confirmations slowly chime.
Bubbles travel up smooth spine,
spirit creates space and time.

Scornful tongues lash to stitch scene,
sews “what is “with “what will be”.
Scrubs the canvas until clean,
souls create the world minds see.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy