
The wise owl sees all as one.
The cosmic picture, zoomed out purple-black
Indigo eyes through time see all the way forward and back
A voice so ethereal forever true royally blue
Heart large like mother’s garden green in hue
A drive burning golden, bright as the sun
Saffron sacrifices that bind as one
Feet firm, rooting into soil red
I may be them all or more instead
For there isn’t a prism, in all divine creation
Refracts light enough, covers my condition
Bend, break, activate… seven stages to find
I am you, you me… it’s all a dream of the mind
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