Awakening

Color becomes location becomes orientation becomes identity. Eyes are squeezed tightly shut even while open to clamor with the multi-vision of a dream awake. Forgotten and in loneliness, a colorful disco-ball radiates sideways and upside down. Schizophrenia is the only truth for this mirror that is called broken for the simple fact that there is nothing flat about it. Its colors search in all directions, hoping to break through the death of the day walk that it has known. Any color might have been the one, but it is of the near-invisible shades that reach the enveloping arms of torrential color that blinds the living death.

Discovered is an exploding mirror that wants to reflect the self. That vibrant field awaits, and it is the very brightest place. A weightless release draws, “Be there”, where clarity caresses and dappling colors part like dancing leaves. Revealed is the eye of another, accompanied by a breathing stillness.

More of the others move, and piercing color erupts in so many places. Above and below, location to the center of gravity’s pull is lost. Now standing in a familiar place and walking as day pours in around, just preceding a glimpse of an identified divide that recedes the way an icy formation vanishes when exposed to glowing warmth. Now day is colorful! Hidden color has become visible.