Feelings run deep.
You can weep
rivers of gray grief
underneath
a sunny disposition
of joy,
and hold both
experiences in equity.

You can live
the picture
that is you right now,
embrace each day’s green,
even as part of you
travels by sea,
searching for
blue’s missing piece.

You can unfold
your red rose in bloom,
and bask in the
beauty of your own breathing,
even as lotus
sinks deep in the
brown mud, embracing
the grit that comes with being.

Subconscious
submergence sinks,
as illumined
awareness thinks,
and somewhere in
the space between
our colors link – –
and we create a new palette
of wholeness.