Prism of Light

Colours of the rainbow,

And colours of my light.

Deep inside a prism,

And the stars that shine so bright.

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Deep inside my soul,

Buried in my might,

A warrior within,

That brings me love and sight.

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These colours are inside me,

Deep within my mind,

And as I bring them forth,

There are answers that I find.

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A word can tell a story,

A picture tells a book.

Bringing me the glory,

Of colours everywhere I look.

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The colour I like best,

Is that of cyan blue.

Fulfils my inner quest,

It’s the greatest colour hue.

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Hidden above the clouds,

And down below the sea.

Floating in the magic,

To ease and comfort me.

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Buoyant in the sky,

Of colours reminiscent.

Is plasma low and high,

Of rainbow iridescence.

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Energy that birthed,

Our souls into existence.

This plasma is the life force,

The source within the system.

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Connect me to the spirit,

Connect me to myself.

A vision I exhibit,

Like a little druid elf.

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There is something in the air,

It’s hidden in the ether.

There is magic in your soul,

To help you see things clearer.

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And as I lay and ponder,

Of this source that I connect.

My heart is filled with wonder,

And my head with dialect.

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Beyond the realms of Earth,

Beyond our space and time.

A Galaxy at birth,

In this Universal mind.

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Connected to the land,

And connected to the sea.

It’s connected to the world,

And it connects to you and me.

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Although we are all one,

We are also all unique.

For there is colours in our soul,

If we’ll stop to hear them speak.

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A message deep within,

A reminder from our past,

A vision of the future,

A souls journey forever last.

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The deeper that you go,

You’ll find your glistening spark.

And as you come to know,

You’ll rise up to light the dark.

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Fired with intention,

To fight and seize the day.

You’ll recognise your purpose,

It isn’t far away.

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You have something here to offer,

As do they and I.

Vulnerability makes you tougher,

See beyond your naked eye.

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The source will show you colour,

Symbols and the code.

Something you’ll discover,

In your brain it will download.

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The colours of the source,

Are that of the rain-bow,

An image just for you,

You’ll reap just what you sow.

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I tapped into the source,

To see what I could find.

It’s made of conscious thought,

And it opened up my mind.

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The source is made of plasma,

Something most can’t see,

Part of it magnetic,

And part electricity.

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I stop to hear it whisper,

The words it gave to me,

And the colours of it’s rainbow,

Boost my artistic ability.