In linear thought… life is short, day is light, night is dark,
rain is sad,
young is good and old is not,
God ?… in church.
Think religion, but not of light.
Be the man, be the woman but no more.
Black is black and white is white,
humans walk but do not fly,
Seven colors has a rainbow we were told,
seven and not one more…
In the dimension of the creative fields, none of these are so.
Life and death, God and light, day and night,
man and woman, young and old, black and white,
rain and shine
Celestial, luminous body of prisms,
reflecting beams of light
creators of euphoric rainbows
in which humans do fly.
Oh luminary splendor, brilliantly colored, lyrical and tender,
spectrum of fascinating quality and appealing hope,
illusory and mysterious light…
let it be in you, be in me and be in all
for the sake of humankind.
Of ancient perpetuity I am,
observer of all unconscionable time,
simple in form, joyful and of ardent love.
The physical, mental, and spiritual experiences that I am
constitute a continuous creative existence
exhibiting the wisdom of the ages to all
The Rainbow Maker