blue as the night sky
brown as the dirt that settles in the breeze
shapes and colors differ to please
what the eyes can see
…
go beyond, they said, in a voice quiet enough i can barley hear
to the place where red is no different from brown
to the quiet whisper that transcends all sound
let it meld into one
let it illuminate our blank canvas
let it lighten our hearts and fill us with joy
let it bathe us in simplicity
