focus on the colour clear
a mindless place where only heart exists
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”Focus on the colour clear”
She would say.
‘She’ was many things; a
Medicine woman
Male
First Nation American
Trickster and Mentor
Enigma and Riddle.
-
“Focus on the colour clear”
A simple impossible task
An instruction to aid me
Focus my intention
Quiet my mind
Don’t think
Don’t think
Simple intention.
-
“You are still a child”, she would say.
Thoughts like radio static:
Confused and mingled
Blurred and unfocused.
Always on.
Focus.
Focus on the colour clear.
A mindless place where only heart exists.
-
“My tribe knows 14 types of love”, she’d say.
“your tribe knows of one
“you are still a child”
And I’d sit
Complicit in her wisdoms
Trying
Trying
To be better.
-
“Mindless grey matter”, she would say
When referring
To those all around.
“Orange is Understanding
“Blue is Change
“Yellow, Vision
“Red, Passion
“Green, Healing”.
-
“Colour your intention” she would say.
“There’s gift in Choice”
“Everything you do
“Must
“Have
“Intention!”.
She would say
“Choice is your gift to the World”
-
Then came the day
When she would not ‘say’ anymore.
‘She’ was many things; a
Teacher
Father
Technicolour in a colourless land.
A glint of Wonder
In an wholly un-insightful World.
-
I still focus on the colour clear.
But the static
Still
Persists.
Her voice still lingers,
As clear as the colour clear.
She was many things.
But mostly
A gift.
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Ross Pelham Austin Lockhart
artist and autodidactic polymath
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