Color, At Any Cost
The colors displayed themselves as no rainbow could. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. Color still prevailed. The earth seemed draped with a bounty I was not sure I could contain. This was no ordinary moment. Something had changed.
Embracing my mind has been the journey of years. I am still catching up. Learning to stare into the light, and not away from her, takes practice, honesty and a palatable relationship with fear. One thing must prevail: an unmitigated willingness to explore everything, at any cost.
Vision dimmed by heavy eyes can become a thing extraordinary, but you have to want it. The desire for the unknown must eclipse the every day. It must. Without overriding desire, comfort is a fool’s haven – a wealth of dust. There is but one world I fear: a place where dust equals a rainbow and the change goes unnoticed. I write that we may avoid such perils. I write to remind us that history is easily repeated; for, many are the cautionary tales of men who neglected her shadows. I, for one, do not plan on joining them. I want to see. I want to live. I want to love. I want to vividly experience the senses as an art – the culmination of a story. Rainbows, I’ve heard, are for climbing; rumors of heights deep within. The calling card of color is sending us a message.
Deep in thought,