A quick note . . . I am going to be gone for a couple of days, out of town, so I won't do the note Saturday or Sunday. I should be back Sunday night and will do the blessing on Monday this week . . . seems Mondays have been needing a LOT of blessing here lately.
I am sending this poem because everyone should have a dream they can color. And because colors are still so astonishing to me, that I don't know how I let them get so dull and put off discovering them again! With new vision, I not only see the colors that are there but the new color of astonishment and gratitude!
New Colors Coming
Color your dreams, not like a baby.
You can see further.
Of course, most paintings are about paint,
and it takes ignorant poets to claim
there are new colors coming:
colors like on a bubble bursting,
colors left when the invisible dries up.
Homer thought the Black Sea really was,
yet the Pacific was blue for Balboa
and, looking out at Catalina,
I'd say it's getting brighter.
The Hopi said the rainbows are growing.
Me, I'm eager for the nights more colored;
I imagine us all sitting transfixed
as by firelight
by things that now seem black.
I imagine me on my knees. I'm on my knees.
I imagine me standing, seeing further.
I imagine signs of life, unfinished.
I imagine man.
I imagine the light of man.
Randall Goodall
All right, so I imagine the light of women too <grin>! Muriel Rukeyser's poem "Myth" deals with what happens when you think saying man includes women as well, and it really makes you look at how we say things and what that means for all of us. Here I would say colors are definitely bright and I hope with the Hopi that rainbows are growing! When I look forward, colors are something I see there, I see the sky, the water, trees and ground, all the colors of things that continue and want to be among them!
Have a terrific weekend! Back on Monday!
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