Working in the Crimson Mine
Swinging hammer
Slinging slime
Hot, Dusty and Baked
Twirling in the Orange Haze
Eyes open, Hands extended
Trying to understand
Gentle, Swirling Feels
Yellow Standing, in my own Sun
Stunned Mostly
Trying to separate me
From the walls, the veils, the tails
Walking, carefree, hands in pocket
Smiling in my Emerald Forest
Amongst happy whispers,
Passion Pink Clouds and Lite Purple Rain
Lightly Blue, I stand staring
At the mysterious aqua blue sea
That I fail to understand
How and why it ebbs and flows
Midnight Blue covered in stars
And I
Intricately bound
In complete, total communion
Deep Purple Vortex Spins
Before me
Ready to swallow me whole
There is no fear in life nor death
Celestial White where Angel Sing
Stars form and problems absolved
Stairways and Songs
Beauty unmatched
The Chakras Called Lesser
No small feet
One wide open
The other half closed
See, she saw the teeter-totter
Hands...handcuffed at the wrist
Can only reach, beg, so far
Fingers twist, attempting grasp
To break free, allowed to be
Navel of middle Earth
Knows not where to go
Left? Right? Forward Back
Pleading for Direction
My ears scream, Bleed for cease
For silence, for Cover
Much, much Too large open
For Outer Speak
My Eyes Brilliant
Seeing every Tiny Spark and Flinch
Wary and Wonderous
Visualize that which dwells behind every mountain
My Shoulders Struggle to discard
Wondering what to keep
What to toss
Uncertainty? Proceed?
My throat Contemptuosly Bitter
Choking on uncertainty
And pain, Angst, Confusion
Word Out? Or Lock it In?
My Chest heaves in Heavy Sighs
Bearing many sorrows, wounds
Beneath it all
Shining Bright Light Warmth
My Heart is
Completely Healthy, mine
The swaying has stopped
Steady is my Pulse
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