• Colors of the Soul

    From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Fri Jul 23 14:43:11 2021
    When I am thinking deeply
    I see the world in brown:
    The colors mix completely
    And in each other drown

    Creating a commingling
    Expressing every view
    Through merger and intriguing
    Revealing what is true -

    When I am looking death-ward
    I see the world in black
    Where the ungentle shepherd
    Leads toward a wayward track,

    Where millions of creatures
    Feed on the human ghosts
    And lawyers, dressed as preachers,
    Proclaim the heaven lost.

    When I look at the clouds
    I see the world in gray:
    The hopes and the doubts
    In them together play

    And through their interaction -
    All facets merged in one -
    Bring lightning and refraction
    Of rays of setting sun.

    When I am with my loved one
    I see the world in pink
    The spirit-cloud above me
    Reshaping all I think

    Feeling my essence nurtured
    And brought into sweet love -
    Her heart, like gentle orchid,
    Enfolds me in a glove.

    When I burn with desire
    I see the world in red:
    My heart becomes a pyre
    Inside which burns my head

    And as it turns to embers
    Where all things fleshly die,
    My spirit soars and clambers
    And falls into the sky.

    When I am being rained on
    The world is orange-clad,
    The conic and Ukrainian
    Combine inside my head

    To manifest in eros
    That courses through all life
    And, through the trials and errors,
    At consciousness arrives.

    When I am full of glamor
    The world is yellow, and
    It turns into a lemon
    And into shifting sand

    From which, with just some patience,
    I make a lemonade
    That feeds the respiration
    And all of me pervades.

    When I am feeling open
    I see the world in green
    In which I feel and hope and
    Know goodliness and sin

    And, seeing the whole landscape
    From elevated view
    Conquer the inner wasteland
    And make it bloom anew.

    When I am full of willpower
    I see the world in blue
    And, certain, build a tower
    That seeks attainment to

    The transcendental wisdom
    Of sky and ocean waves
    Which holds the truth and freedom
    And love that goodness saves.

    When I am full of soul
    In indigo am I
    Feeling the cosmic whole
    Expressed within the sky

    That reaches earth with wisdom
    Of millions of stars
    And nurtures me, assisting
    The healing of the scars.

    When I am in a prayer
    I feel the violet light
    Reaching my spirit, where
    It casts the lies aside -

    Burning into the essence
    With penetrating rays
    And teaching many lessons,
    From gratitude to praise -

    And after darkest hour
    Of darkest of the night
    I'm happy as a flower
    To see the world in white.

    Ilya Shambat
    https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetry

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