Sing

Birds chirp distinct songs
Recognizable whistles
Hidden messages

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Bright

Infinite light,
shinning up from above,
gifting me a,

first glimpse of pure love.
Warm kiss on my head
,
I must close my eyes,
baptizing my heart,

making me feel divine.

Infinite light
,
now shines from within,
permeates my conscious
,
so it always steps in.
Covers my skin,

penetrating each pore,
insatiable hunger,

keeps me wanting more.

Infinite light
,
is still shining outside,
chases the darkness
,
leaving no place to hide.
Miracle blessings
,
to all with one touch,
a constant essence
,
that is never too much.

Infinite light
,
shines instant connections,
accepting me
,
turning flaws to perfection.
Loving me whole
,
mending me to complete,
guiding me towards
,
each path that I meet.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Introspective

Flying my kite,
as I search for lost hope.
Hope flies too high,
tug its transparent rope
.

Rope made of thorns,
that cuts straight at my hands.
Hands feel so scorned,
as my knowledge expands
.

Expands power,
I kept hidden inside.
Inside the tower,
where my energies hide
.

Hide the ego,
I refuse to accept.
Accept, light flows,
while dismissing the rest
.

The rest fills needs,
in this balancing act.
Acts without greed,
ensures love will attract
.

Attract new paths,
opening many roads.
Roads to success,
destinations unfold
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Held

Muffling wise answers,
while gauging the audience.
Quietly breathing.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Balance

A father could not be,
if not for a mother.
Siblings are all sisters,
if excluding their brothers.


Darkness will last all day
without bits of sunlight.
Night skies hold moon and stars,
as they twinkle and shine bright.


If all rain was erased,
the green fields would run dry,
fruitless deserts that ache,
hearing loud storm clouds cry
.

Anger versus hate,
equally seen as crimes.
Pure love is left to fate,
carrying infinite ties.


Life will always exceed
what wisdom discovers,
one can hardly exist
without help from the other.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Mixed Seasons

Winter made me feel so warm,
snuggled up to watch snowstorms.
Singing kettles every night,
in your arms, I cuddled tight.


Spring appeared, changing the scene,
turned the ground into bright green.
Salty tears fell like dead leaves,
spring erased by autumn thieves.


Summer approached feeling cold,
parting hearts had lost their hold,
icy drinks filled my bare hands,
helping me to understand.


Autumn offered a new start,
springing in to brighten hearts.
Sunny showered rainbow hues,
light-filled views all became true.


Every climate is perceived,
outer thoughts are interweaved,
inner mirrors that reflect,
all the things that we project
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Embrace

Respect other views.
Live your life to your choosing.
Accept distinctions.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

My way

Do what you wish with life,
I will respect your choice.
Do not try to rule mine,
by muffling my voice.


You are all that you are,
I am all that I am,
Your words carry great charm,
but I reject commands.


While driving on your lane,
you will find your own path.
My blinders shield my brain,
I soak in my own bath.


A helpful suggestion
could at times feel so nice,
but if unrequested,
you can keep your advice.


Judgements can be telling,
when your eyes witness needs.
Everyone else is helping,
your main focus is greed.


As I live and let live,
hope you can understand.
Choosing to simply give,
requires no demands
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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