Color

First there was green, Tender, growing, unknowing/ Then came blue, Pure, rigid, cold/ And red, Hot, intense exhausting/ Pieces, scattered, cut And I, broken Between heart and mouth Between mind and mantra Between/ I could not move, in one, Too hobbled to dance/ Yellow sun has come Poured on my broken pieces/ Melting them into it’s yellow- white/ Intensity, love, purity, tenderness In the ray that holds all spectrum In one/