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Created on: January 27, 2009
SO MANY COLORS
So many colors. So different to view
And yet if blended they are like me and you.
These colors. Attached to a definition, a word.
Seeing them reminds us of what we have heard.
Black represents fear, anxiety, guilt and no hope.
Green is for sharing, and harmony needed to cope
With life. White is perfection, faith, and purity.
Red is for passion, joy, and sexuality.
Yellow stands for intellect, the ability to rationalize
While unconditional heart love; blended red and white,pink to our eyes.
Blue is philosophical, culture, spirituality and art.
Brown is earthy practicality of which we are a part.
Purple is nobility of purpose, spiritual leadership, and teaching,
Silver is the spiritual gift of intuition for which we are all reaching.
Cream is for acceptance. A mature tolerance for living.
Lilac is responsibility, the art of receiving and giving.
Indigo is for clairvoyance. Mauve is endurance, you see.
There are so many colors and shades that make up you and me.
These colors show the varied chambers of our Soul.
It is the blending of these colors that make us whole.
As we are dark and light,
Day and night.
Passionate and caring.
Sometimes we are negative and other times are sharing.
At times we are intellectual other times quite proud.
Occassionally, philosophical, other times quite loud.
There are so many colors. That is what makes us unique.
You see it in the way we act, in the way we speak.
Yet, if you take all the colors and blend them in a ball.
What you find is they are beautiful whatever way they fall.
Like each of us. Different and yet the same.
Doing their own mission, here. Being what they came
To earth to do. Blending together, me and you.
So many colors so different to view.
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