The Colors of Consciousness
Your egg has served its purpose,
as the illusion of being less
is being disproved in your
magical dance...
along the reflective
surface of the water.
Crawl among the vine and the
bursting morning glories,
spread your wings in the warmth
of the sun.
The colors of consciousness
rise and fall as you breathe--
and your gradual shift in awareness
lifts you into the air...
and you are flying,
you are flying--
and Oh, how the colors feel!
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