I see a bird reminding me of the flight still left in me to explore the ends of all rainbows,
Drinking in the colors of life,
Feeling them become a part of me,
Like a cloud feels a part of the sky.
It's time to fly high and soar beyond where my eyes can see,
To feel the wind hit hard,
Waking me up from the sleeping days,
Awakening my dormant thoughts of greatness.
I resist,
I persist,
Through,
As if there really is a pot of gold waiting for me on the other side.
Intense red passion flows through me like blood in my veins,
Pumping life force energy with intense purpose,
Through me,
For me,
Love,
Life,
Loss,
And the luck of the ladybug.
Red blends into orange,
Transitioning into calm,
Juicy citric power of pleasure and joy,
Guiding me to discern where fantasy meets reality,
The color of monks sitting silent in the space of nothingness and everythingness,
And here,
In the vastness,
The silent breath brings the bright lights of guidance.
Yellow bursts from the horizon,
Pulling and calling me into its arms.
Warm rays of comfort draw me in,
As if there is no choice but to surrender,
In the hot embrace of my personal power.
Have I been here before?
Questions,
Smiles of accomplishments and layers of pride,
Revealed,
As the light lifts me up,
Up into green,
The embodiment of growth,
Changing,
Morphing,
Transforming.
I sit still,
Sifting through the weeds of old meets new,
Watering the delicate sprouts brave enough to push through into the light,
Letting go of the antiquated,
Outdated,
No longer of use,
Like the blue drop of rain leaves the cloud,
Effortlessly,
Unapologetically,
Without hesitation or doubt.
The drop gracefully falls,
Entering its new identity.
There is no crying,
No fear of what will happen,
Just pure acceptance of the moment,
To be me,
This version of me.
New life blossoms within.
New seeds are planted as last year's crop of thoughts grows stronger into roots of knowing.
Prosperity is alive.
Enjoying those moments of bliss and realization,
Perspective shifting,
For the illumination of the knowing does not travel without its companion of the dark unknown.
No hill is without its valley.
Joy does not exist without sorrow.
You must know one to know the other.
Shadows of indigo creep in as fast as the bliss appeared.
Reminding me of the fleeting moments of time,
Testing me,
Attachment,
Wants,
Desires.
No,
Don't go,
Poof,
It's gone.
Oh,
How quickly the moon replaces the sun,
How the light becomes dark,
Each day an opportunity to choose,
To remember the vibrations that I am.
I sleep in the wavelengths of daily colors,
Reflections in the sea of the sky,
Gazing at the stars of hope and distant worlds in the separateness of my oneness.
Saturated feelings pour through me like ink spilling from its well,
Blotting,
Staining everything in its path.
The night brings us inside ourselves,
Back home,
To reflect.
My eyes close and my body rests.
I am at peace in the seemingly dark time of the night.
Yet violet colors my eyelids with my ideas coming into light.
I dream,
I wonder,
I wander through my mind as I fantasize about a palace to play in,
A place to make a difference,
To bring color to gray lives.
A black night envelops me,
A sleeping star placed perfectly in the sea sky.
Slumber comes over me and I breathe in the spectrum of possibilities.
The pot of gold has been found,
Only to reach in and pull out another rainbow.
