Meditation

In the violet quiet of predawn, she expands into the encompassing void and revels in the vibrations of thought without sound. Pulsing crimson encompasses and calls forth the exalted shouts of the braggart, the gnawing buzz of the worrier, the wanton bellow of the harlot. Melon mellows with concerted effort and tunes into the shy stutter of the introvert, the seething rage of the victim, the dejected exile of the outcast. Canary skirts the edges of the cavernous depths of despair and brings to the surface the joyful whistle of the inner child. Chartreuse lets loose the concerns of the world and finds the pearls of wisdom collected along the way by the inner sage. Blue remains true and hauls all back into spaces that cage the inner roar. Indigo alone knows the true peace that comes in accepting all parts of the whole.