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


Who built a fortress,
to help find true you?
In a green forest,
removing the blues.

Who captured your falls,
and cushioned them all?
Then helped you stand tall,
made your life a ball.

Who heightens your sense,
provides solid truths?
Clearing your blurred lens,
enhancing your view.

Who never said bye,
and joined every sigh?
Stood firm by your side,
wiping tears you cried.

Who will remain here,
loyal till no end?
Listens through your ears,
Projects, and defends.

Who urges your tries,
hoping you comply?
Uses both your eyes,
so you can rise high.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Take a Breath

ocean waves.
Mind sailing,
breathing saves.
feeling brave.
what is craved.

Take a breath,
at full flight.
Bringing death,
ending spite.
Self-made strength,
creates light.
Inner depth,
makes it bright.

Sunny skies,
swimming breeze.
Floating by,
carrying peace.
Reaching high,
grasping keys.
The third eye,
always sees.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


Refrain from chasing.
What is meant to be, will be.
Attract and receive.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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