Colour

We live in a world

Of Colour

We touch the form

Of matter

How is it possible

To see beyond,

Matter?

To hear silence,

And faint

Whisper

To declare

Innocence

To conquer

Resistance

To let

Whatever,

Be

Whatever?

Words and sounds

Verbs and nouns

Chatter…

Fills up minds

Lurks behind

The light of

Awareness

This persistent

Stream of thoughts

That which defies

Logic or force

Clutter…

What can we do

To clear the mind?

To step outside

The reach of

Another

Cycle of

Here

There

Before

Later

Or forever?

Can we perceive

True Colour?

Haven’t we had

Enough of

The Grey Scale?

Let us sail

On the waves

Of love

Let us walk

Up a trail

Above

Chatter

Away from

Clutter

Reaching out

To enjoying a life

Free of

Fear

Pain

Or

Desire…