Short Disproved Poems

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!