Feel Cyan, Grow with Light

We live in colours,

We grow with light.

Like woollen covers;

colours, in coldest nights.

Our body, our cover

Our mind, our feel.

Green and blue, the lovers,

They teach us how to heal.

Conflicted and fervent,

under a winter blue sky,

Our body stays servant,

To our mind’s dubious cyan.

Like roots, leaves, and stems

Skin, bones, flesh, and veins

Make our body our place

Where to cover from the rains.

We walk to the forest,

We run through the mist,

We cruise through the waters,

Life currents and life twists.

Our body holds our weight

Of our mind and our name.

Our body, kingdom’s gate,

Opens wide to our flame.

Blue, the flame of sorrow,

Green, the hazy scenes.

The centre isn’t hollow;

They’re twins, with imaged genes.

Green become senses

As it soothes our surface.

Our body grasps the essence

Of reality’s bluest presence.

Colours become the rhythm

Falling leaves on a stone.

Seasons, the natural algorithm

Not included on any phone.

Scent of what is coming,

Taste of what has passed,

Our body quietly humming,

Green can always be amassed.

Between green and blue,

Hides the truth.

Between green and blue,

We rest our youth.

Our body, the present tense.

If calmly you immerse.

Blue, the crying self.

Green, the healing verse.