True Colours
(2005)
A colour must always remain true to itself
Otherwise it will cease to exist.
Yet it must find its truth in black
It is the darkness of its mother’s womb
It must crawl out into Light
But as a colour
Surrounded by the intensity of white
It must remain true to itself
Thy Father is the Sun
In wedlock with the Moon
Together they nurture you
To make you what you are
And with your truth you fill the world
Merging into the white
You colour the lives of whoever you meet
Never asking, only giving.
You can be part of Joy and Sorrow
You become what others ask of you
In you resides the Human Spirit
The path to becoming and unfolding
Your true colours shine through
Beautiful like the spark of fire in your eyes.
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