Color Therapy

In patient rain I hear your voice.

The incense is brightest right when the ashes fall,

and you’re there to see it in the depths of my solitude every time.

Resculpting my identity, wetting the clay with sweat.
Making small ceramics for my bedroom,
I made up a nice space

And wait for contentment

Naked in summer rain at 6 am

I faced everything.

Floating in the pool,

Eyes closed,

Welcoming a dawn of glowing catharsis.

I woke up in that place.

The blue burst into visceral cosmic accord.

Twilight, and the imploding sun in my body,

Coming out in my skin, dying me purple like nightshade.

In this space, saturated and oozing in surreal fruits with deep juices,

Plunging in cosmic waters,

I’m reborn.

I bowed to the sun,

Those loud coral bells.

You were right.
Nirvana mix the sound to water colors,

In the enriched red-blue divine light,

Delilah's influence is cleansed.
I hear it.

The purple choir.