Twinkle

A light transcending, space and time.
A sense to taste the sweet divine.
To venture places, what a ride!
To unclasp hands, then throw them high!

An opened mind, is the main need.
To take a look, spirit is freed.
Intentions pure, nothing to hide.
Always assured, with balanced pride.

No judgement spread, from here to there,
or there to hear, between the air.
Clear scenes that hide deep in the mind,
expose themselves, become defined.

This moment here is all we are,
with unknown goals, to heal old scars.
Eyes look at me, what can they gain?
Expunge their tears, capture their pain.

The lessons learned, consciousness shares,
or done in vain, too tough to bear.
Energy sparks fly low and high,
landing as hues in every eye.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Originally Published on January 8, 2021