There is in truth no colour
which we can hold or touch,
no firm and fixed reality;
just energy at work.
The shades we see around us,
are but the work of mind,
and live as mere vibration,
for now and all of time.
Waves which weave their magic,
of reds and greens and blues,
are just the shining brilliance,
of multi-cosmic hues.
which we can hold or touch,
no firm and fixed reality;
just energy at work.
The shades we see around us,
are but the work of mind,
and live as mere vibration,
for now and all of time.
Waves which weave their magic,
of reds and greens and blues,
are just the shining brilliance,
of multi-cosmic hues.
Colors aren't tangible but how they influence how we feel with their brilliance, Roslyn, as your poem suggests.
ReplyDeleteI like the reference to vibrations...
ReplyDeleteconfessing ochre is never far away
Lovely, haunting thoughts brushed into this poem.
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