Infinite time,
does not slow
Once delivered,
never goes.
Elevate from
head to toe.
All regrets are
left below.
Sadness falls like
misty snow.
Build a boat
then start to row,
make it strong
enough to tow,
others stuck,
circled by crows.
Infinite times,
comes and flows,
as the breeze,
puckers and blows.
Wisdom does not
always know
how to expand
every glow.
Endless power
always grows,
center stage,
for many shows.
Always reaping
what you sow,
energies form
high plateaus.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Mind over matter.
Breaking from reality,
helps ease aches and pains.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Positive outlooks.
Navigate to find the good.
Thoughts create stories.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
When life is done, if memories last,
I will hold the good times from my past.
Fond memories, of carried smiles,
euphoric flurries, when laughs ran wild.
Every old road will become slides,
bright carnivals, packed with fun rides,
Possessions owned, now left behind,
for all I worked, I earned my pride.
All lessons learned, fly from their jars,
light up the sky, form shiny stars.
The ugly times will then be buried,
as my soul clears without a worry.
Until that day, I will live well,
creating tales others can tell.
Open my eyes to read my story,
close them once more, relive the glory.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
A living daydream
Lucid dreams feel quite real
Sleepwalking through life
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Is there a dark truth,
hidden before our eyes?
A deep mystery,
most will love to deny?
Is there a shadow,
lurking for full control?
Are heavy anchors,
grasping desperate souls?
This world is complex,
tough to truly explain.
Always evolving,
but somehow stays the same.
Searching for the truth,
through a great masters lense.
Knowledge is power
offering a defence.
Is life what it seems,
receive all that we take?
Or maybe perceived,
living through what we make?
Will answers appear,
if we patiently wait?
Are all answers good,
if they are left to fate?
This life is a gift,
an adventure with thrills.
Clutching to our hopes,
swallowing like a pill.
Consciousness defined,
by thoughts known as real,
without facts outlined,
guided by what we feel.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Mauve colored filled dreams
haunt my distant mind,
soothing the pressures
encaged deep inside.
Lavender flowers
hold lilac bouquets,
tied intricate knot
secures this display.
Iris enhancements,
perfumed by your hues.
Purple winged angel,
garland made for you.
Free amethyst thoughts
that shine in the sky,
in my heart you lay,
reading with my eyes.
Magenta now leads,
with no lie unseen.
At peace with knowing
you live within me.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Showers of knowledge.
Ignites my consciousness,
whenever we speak.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
A glowing spark
fills up the air.
I see your light
in every stare.
Presence exudes
a stardust hue.
Droplets of you
create my view.
I search above
fluorescent stars,
to feel your wink
when you are far.
I see your smile
light up the sky.
A mystic ache
swells up my eyes.
A deep sorrow
stands in my throat.
You are now gone
I hold your coat.
Shadow my thoughts
I feel you near.
Never alone
this day each year.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Close my eyes and ears.
Listen and observe within.
Move past obstacles.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
