Crack the solid door,
so eyes can explore,
a little bit more,
of realities core.
A peek into life,
complex to describe,
a perfect divine,
intricate design.
Abyss is not there,
yet flows through the air,
a mystical flare,
forever so rare.
Cascades of bright sparks
that glow in the dark,
create a bold mark,
endless work of art.
Shifts views that exhale,
spirits taking sail,
no soul falls or fails,
pure peace is inhaled.
Clear thoughts can then form,
what life will perform,
eases every storm,
true nature feels warm.
– Grace Y. Estevez – reddy
Originally Published November 15, 2021
