Color, love

The Rainbow Tree

In my sanctuary, the cerulean butterflies nestle
Their rhythmic fluttering peels my bark,
To expose my inward colors
That spill out and color-bomb as a rainbow
into your streets,
inside your home,
into your bedroom
and to dance in the loom of your heart
That flows upward
sensing to change the curvature of your mind
Into shuddering ecstasy
of the smearing iridescent presenceΒ of me

“Blue is the warmest colour” -Alt J

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Buddhism

Wreathed in the flames

The tear drops spiral into one
Verily, it is a craving to go on through the mind-sweep
The wish, to wish you out of the question,
And let it be

Round and round these glowing branches grows out of the tangles
And rebinds at its own accord

All along what my heart has been saying

This wreath of flames is majestic and wild
Fuses the sunder
Burns away into, magenta afterglow
That will touch your face
And doubtlessly will keep you in grace, of all those tomorrows

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