Tag: spiritual growth

Challenge

Ready for a fight,
staring eye to eye.
Keeping you at sight,
pesky little fly.

Swatting at the air,
swiping here and there,
you escape my stare
then hide in my hair.

I hit my own head
hoping this will end,
your body lays dead
while playing pretend.

Ego at my face,
enticing a chase,
I remain in place
feeling my own grace.

I start to ignore
your attempt at war,
decide not to score
then center my core.

My heart fills with light
it reaches new heights,
I sigh and feel bright
you take off, full flight.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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Desires

Lush green grass is somehow greener,
when viewed from the other side.
Conflicted, jealous daydreamer,
peeks through life, unsatisfied.

Such excitement while obtaining
every craving and all wants,
brand new shine is always fading
tarnishing unfulfilled hearts.

Squinting eyes comparing visions,
stagnantly running in place.
Everyone has their own mission,
conquered at a distinct pace.

Feelings of dissatisfaction
will attract more of the same.
Gratitude as a reaction
can ignite an inner flame.

Dire thirst, fulfilled with raindrops,
does not need a waterfall,
neither one choosing to make swaps,
both content to serve their cause.

Everybody has their own path,
as each finger wears a print.
Do not covet another’s catch
leaving bright light for mere glints.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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Why not?

What’s wrong with having fantasies?
Must we all see, to then believe?
Why must this be reality?
I rather build what I perceive!

Why can’t my life be my daydream?
Every new day would be supreme.
All human beings on the same team,
within each smile a beaming gleam.

No deceptions or need for lies,
all felt hunger would quickly die.
Each breathing life feels nature’s tie,
instinctively learns to abide.

If everyone wants to feel whole,
why can’t we break away from molds?
What would it take to free our souls,
from playing these unfulfilled roles?

Why can’t our lives consist of peace,
and everything come in with ease?
All wishes instantly received,
flying to us like a warm breeze.

Maybe if one day hearts unite,
embrace more love while ending fights,
a new world can arise so bright,
transforming darkness into light.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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Assurance

I beg myself to make a mark,
my shadowed fears play in the dark.
I know that I could light the spark,
but hesitance builds whispered barks.

Clumsy vigor loses its pace,
running quickly while still in place.
Pray for the slightest touch of grace,
so I do not fall on my face.

Ease the tension off my shoulders,
standing tall, while feeling bolder.
My inner strength slowly smolders,
steering fate as the beholder.

Every new step carries great force,
a serene peace flows through each course.
Focus my view like a racehorse,
creating moves, guided by source.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

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Dive

Silver lakes with golden dust,
made to remove, tarnished rust.
Take a dip and be surprised,
every trouble is revised.

Warm bright lights shine deep below,
look around awed by the glow.
Suddenly energy grows,
laying free, feeling the flow.

Hear the breeze whisper a song,
close my eyes and feel so strong.
Miracles slowly appear,
as all answers become clear.

Mystical euphoric rays,
mists wise eye, removing haze.
Opens up powerful force,
true connection with pure source.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

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Solutions

How can I give the unreceived?
Creating paths so steps are paved.
How can I trust after deceived?
Give trust a chance by being brave.

How can I rest if fearing violence?
Knowing pure light is always blessed.
How can I speak while being silenced?
A message sought will self express.

How can I reach goals with self doubt?
Believe in you knowing you can.
How can I feel joy while without?
Grasp inner light and form a plan.

How can I know when ego guides?
It doubts all answers that feel right.
How can I know where true love hides?
Searching within everyone’s eyes.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

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Misread

Projected views, often perceived,
by those who practice to deceive.
They find positive to be fake,
while promises are vows that break.

Cynical thoughts form from their past,
thinking good times could never last.
They look my way, think I’m the same,
but do not know what lights my flame.

I know my heart and how I feel,
my way is always true and real.
I never play an act for gain,
the me inside likes to ease pain.

I am aware truth brings dismay,
so sad kindness is viewed this way.
I feel that life can be too short,
and do not want to hold remorse.

I have seen bad weigh more than good,
I’ve seen them both misunderstood.
I am no angel but try to be,
my inner love likes to fly free.

I do not like to be misjudged,
am guided by an inner nudge.
I like to turn wrongs into right,
so it can spread bright love and light.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

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