The Gift of Stillness

Taught I was not good enough,

I sought distraction,

Uncomfortable to be me.

Mask wearing became normal,

Anything but me,

Colors worn like a chameleon.

Pain pulled me in like magnets,

Succumbed by anger,

Red, yet I yearn to find peace.

Suffering, my closest friend,

Rock bottom, no floor,

Not another person could tell.

Blue, sadness I found a home,

When will I wake up,

Mostly unaware of myself.

Green and gentle as the earth,

I unearthed a friend,

A brother lifted the veil.

Unblinded now, awareness,

Purity filled me,

Only white light charged my mind.

Stillness, contrasting nothing,

Taking full focus,

I learned a gift of living.

Eyes are closed, breathing only,

Step into the gap,

All answers near to me here.

The observer, observing,

Experiencer -

See flows of red, orange, white.

This, a gift given to me,

Dimensional planes,

Untangle traumas; answers.

These colors equal my highest self,

Chameleon colors,

No longer serves me today.

To be still in the mind

Colors, my heart's soul,

The Stillness is a gift.