What if we got excited to be scared? What if we ran towards instead of running away? There is a joy in having dared There is a drive to not betray What if we relived an experience through new eyes? What if we loved our regrets because of all they taught us to be? Perception never lies Regrets or just how you see What if we opened the door instead of guarding our walls? What if we could see the invisible aligning? That’s where the disguise falls The fun is in the refining What if this is a dream we’re living in? What if we can be lucid and change the scene? Your reality is your own spin You create what’s seen What if change was just a theory yet to be proven? What if life always went the way you envisioned? You’d be your own illusion You’d be internally imprisoned What if we had no memory and only knew the now? What if the concept of time was simply a distraction? Memory is your teacher, but the moment will always be your vow It is, live to the clock of inner interaction What if I never find every answer? You won’t, there’s a song to life – be the dancer
Staring at the world in front, eyes wide and senses alive – yet there is nothing to see. The mind floats around from one idea to the next, one memory to one dream and one moment of hurricane to one moment of nothingness. There’s a peace in the wandering mind, a sense of home in the fluttering of familiar rabbit holes. In that comforting moment of internal adventure, everything outside evaporates into a new imagination.
She’s staring ahead, eyes on me, yet the heart seems to be on a different adventure. There’s something so alive in her gaze yet so dead in her attention to the outside. If there was a bubble around each of us, hers would be so intently fixated on every little detail of the present yet so mysterious in its grasp of reality. Her eyes may be focused on one thing, but her truest eye is flowing in another. I guess that’s where the lines of vision and sight get blurred.
Author’s Note – Inspired by the gym :-). I’m a total gym-rat and in-between sets the other day I was staring ahead but totally not fixated on what I was staring at, just in my own world. So, this piece is an elaboration of that. The first verse being my point of view and the second being the point of view of…whatever my eyes seemed to be set on :-).
turn the handle hear the soft creak take a deep breath put one foot through take one more breath see what seems true observe all the rest leave the door behind learn a few lessons walk a few steps venture too far hit a wall find the door again lock it, no look back hear a knock over and over easy to know who with thumps so familiar yet the door remains closed then the sound becomes more of a ring and the heart listens thinking bout turning the lock ring ring ring ring walk up to the door feel the handle walk away walk back to the door take a deep breath open it once again put one foot through and pause say one’s piece make peace with what’s beyond the door hear it almost close behind thyself take a deep breath and wonder how many doors will stay open how many doors will stay closed how many doors will stay in-between -Grace
Author’s Note – A little bit of a different style for me, but I wanted to play around with words…that is the beauty of writing after all :).
Often, I’ve felt comfort in hearing a door close and I’m learning to love hearing a door open. Doors open and close in life, it’s always kind of interesting to watch the journey. So cheers to finding peace in whichever way the door moves.
It’s the first chase I ever lived all the way to the last line And it’s the last chase I’ll ever live again for the first time
It’s like going back to the first time you decided to be strong While knowing you’ve been here all along Living is more than being born and surviving It’s being your own definition of thriving
It’s the first chase I ever lived all the way to the last line And it’s the last chase I’ll ever live again for the first time
An experience is always old and new Like a flashback and a presence so true We have memories to remember where we’ve been And we have vision to envision beyond our skin
It’s the first chase I ever lived all the way to the last line And it’s the last chase I’ll ever live again for the first time
The now is simply a compilation of all your moments A mixture of all your seen and unforeseen components The now meets you a billion times in just a quick instant But the choice to live is always right here, never distant
It’s the first chase I ever lived all the way to the last line And it’s the last chase I’ll ever live again for the first time
-Grace
And here are some visuals with my favorite lines on them 🤍.
If life was a bookshelf And we were all our own book I’d be more than myself You’d be more than a look
When a story begins I read the words you show me And when I read beyond the skins You write what you think we’ll be
We’ll get to the climax, good or bad The details are a little different than before Straight to the falling action, happy or sad But the structure always has the same core
Every time I get to an ending chapter I’m more at peace, a little less stressed I wonder if you’re just an attending actor I wonder if this is all just a lifelong test
So, when I picked your book off the shelf I didn’t know how long you’d be in my book But I was ready to leap, ready to test myself I got the best ending of all, I’m more than a look
-Grace
Author’s Note – I’ve been pondering this idea for quite some time now; this perspective has so many different angles to it. I’m sure I’ll continue to play with it in the future too :-).
Writing, reading, storytelling, and books in general are some of the most special things in life – there’s something that resonates so deeply when mixing them with our human lives. So cheers to the stories we’re creating and reading in every moment!
It’s the invisible things that we remember The act of doing sends a charge But the act of feeling, and being leaves a mark
A formless knowing invisible to the human eye but deeply visible to the internal light When something feels like home But home has no limitations freed from visibility’s cage So, home becomes the formless knowing
Sometimes I wonder if my eyes truly see Is the world invisible and my human lenses make it visible?
Maybe I’m invisible dancing with the shadows While the world screams through the visible, grasping for my attention begging for my acceptance
When I look back on my life thus far It’s the invisible things I cherish the most The day I decided to live fearlessly The moment I realized dreams and reality are one The second I chose to truly love and be me To the world, it may blend in But to me, it stands out
So, when I look ahead on my life that’s to come It’s the invisible things I look forward to the most The day I feel a deeper me The moment I listen to my heart’s entire song The second I fly into frequency’s arms To the visible, it might be small But to the invisible, it is all
Ace
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I take my first step. The rustle of the rocks, the softness of the dirt, the warm embrace of the greenery, the crisp and comforting sound of my shoes touching the ground and the breath of life truly wraps its arms around me. I’ve seen it before, but as I begin this new trek, it’s like a new experience. I guess you could say life is like that sometimes.
My eyes always look up first, but this time, I look down. I watch my footprints make a mark in the red dirt, I watch the bushes and trees as they speak through their being-ness, I feel the rocks shift as my steps become their beacon of change and I realize I am a piece of them just as they are a piece of me.
All is silent on this little adventure. My thoughts and my steps are all I can hear, and it is oh so soothing. The voices in my head are swaying to the rhythm of my stride and I find myself looking down at the path ahead. Both rocks and dirt lie ahead, and as I subconsciously decide where to step, I find the balance of both is best. Just as the pillowy dirt is comforting, the rough rocks are very much alive with meaning — it’s a neat analogy that reminds me of my soul within.
Now, I look up and the voices in my head become deeply still. As the mountains see me, I feel them. There is something so breathtaking about this moment, words float away and silence flows in. So much can be said in the unspoken, and in this moment, conversation has never felt more natural.
The crunch of my feet evaporates in the beauty of what my two circles see. Red was never my favorite color, but this red is my favorite vision. The textures, the green growing through it, the vastness and the presence of it all takes one to a different dimension. Thoughts seem so foreign, because breath is all that truly exists here.
The wallpaper of a sky lets my mind get lost in this waking dream. To my eyes and to my body, it all seems so real. But to the me within, it all feels so much bigger. Maybe “real” is just what I imagine it to be.
I guess the best part of this trek is the freedom through it all. Sure, man carved out this hike to be walkable, but, the hue of Creation birthed this magical life we call nature. I can feel freedom flowing and dancing in every scene. As I ponder about this freedom, I realize the uniqueness of every plant, rock, patch of dirt, and mountain is what makes it is so magical. I think hue-mans are a lot like that.
I stop to soak in the harmony before I turn back around. I’ve always had this image in my brain of holding my own book in Sedona, and in this moment, I know now is the time to make that image a reality. I let the pages of my words breathe in the melody of peace that surrounds. And as I do this, I hear a tree speaking back to me. So, I let my book rest in its gentle arms. And all feels so truly complete.
Well, if you haven’t guessed it, I am back in Sedona! It’s already been such a magical trip, I hope my words do it justice! Just wanted to share a piece of it with you and take you into a little vortex of the beauty Sedona brings. Thank you so much for reading! For a fun bonus, I compiled the images into a quick video too! I think these images deserved to be experienced in the stillness of the soul and in the beat of music’s imagination! Be fearless and free -Ace
My debut book, The Waking Dream, is out now! To purchase, click here more info!
Promises cradled by the breeze Illustrate love’s freestyle Eying destiny with ease Ceasing the now Erasing the how
Owning my tale Forging my trail
Habits become the quest Imagination is all the rest Seize the day, be your own ray
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Seeking what’s around Testing our sound Oaths spoken long ago Realizations we truly know You are a piece of history
Ace
I always love acrostic poetry, and this one was especially fun as I got to dance with wordplay. I hope this helps you on your journey and reminds you that his-story is more than we realize. Be fearless and free!
My debut book, The Waking Dream, is out now! For more info, click here!
As I watch all these realms meld in my mind, I realize everything is fantasy – only I choose reality.
Reality chose me to be its creator, just as I chose reality to be my canvas. I remember the specific day I chose to embrace the Universe in me. Upon entering the world of my dreams, I smiled and whispered, “I trust you.” I don’t think I truly knew who I was speaking to, but something in me started to call – so I answered.
As my thoughts paint my next piece of art and as my daydreams paint outside the lines, I decide to enjoy this ride. Life seems to be in super speed, I can sense it within. But as long as I continue to deeply see beyond labels and illusions, I’ll find the calm in the race – the joy in the chase. A quiet mind is a distant familiarity, but the business is a close knowing. I love the structured madness, because the madness is my own. But maybe the madness is the quiet — that’s when I hear the call.
I wonder when it changed. I wonder when the bars of this world’s cage became blurry, and I stepped out of the game. I know it came in stages, as my mind replays all the moments I changed reality. I wish I savored those moments and their significance when I was in them. But, I think I always knew what would change me, what would let me truly see. Playing this role in this life scene, I can now see the script was written long ago.
The script is the call, the call is the script — all is one, all is creation.
Be fearless and free -Ace
Been on a little posting break for the past week, just needed a little reset! But I am so excited and energized to be back now! I have been writing more than ever, I feel blessed to have reconnected with my zone. Always remember to listen to your soul and to trust your intuition – you know you.🖤🖤
My debut book, The Waking Dream, is out now!! To purchase, click here for more info!
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