Look back, the whisper comes to me.
I listen, and see all the hues from the journey.
Some are dark, some are ugly and unbecoming.
some are stains for all to feel me more clearly.
If anyone were really listening.

Some of them amaze me, others daze or pain me.
Some are the hue of sunkissed daisies.
The yellows, the brilliant blues, the radiant greens,
and whites of these are dazzling.
These, make me feel something deeply.

They alone, are worth keeping,
Of all the rest, it’s they’ve who’ve been feeding me…
the others are rather heavy while empty,
the irony isn’t lost on me.

I feel the cohorts of hues from my past,
each crowding in demanding and draining my energy.
They are taxing to contain you see.
I’m ready… I’m releasing the dull and selfish things.
The lackluster colors take up space and collide inside me.
Taking me back internally, holding me hostage within.
Keeping me from seeing the presents before me.

I’m done with them…
Take everything but these, I’ve collected them to keep.
I whisper into Infinity resting before me.
I hold the pearls of colored light to my chest,
I let go. It is for the best to roam freely.

As for these, my wonderful lights,
reign in me for eternity, keep me company.
Consume my heart, rest there prominently.
Share space in me permanently while vibrating.
Beautiful inklings bouncing between them, and me,
singing Universal secrets, teaching me to hum harmoniously.