the passage of colour

I look over to my diffuser,

as it licks my white walls with an evolving glow of colour.

Earthy green morphs into deep blue,

warm yellow morphs into blushing pink;

and the wall accepts them all, 

a solid backdrop for their passage.

I can’t help but notice the lack of hesitation between transitions.

Perhaps the diffuser likes experiencing pink tones the most? 

Yet it doesn’t linger.

Perhaps it despises being blue? 

Yet it doesn’t fasten its pace to change.

The diffuser continues its motions, 

slow and steady,

living out each season of colour in its entirety,

and with a calm understanding

that pink will come,

and blue will go away.

We also must live through our seasons of colour,

as they drench our visions,

and paint new shades of experience,
onto our canvas of life.

For each wavelength has hidden meaning,

as it flows within the spectrum,

reminding us what we live for,
how to love,

and when to grow.

And so, when our favourite colour returns,

and our world is again imbued in all its richness,

we remember why we endured the blue,

and grow in strength every time.

Because all pure white light

has knowledge of all colours within,

and when split by a prism,

is able to shine in all its glory.

For only with eyes that have seen the spectrum,

can one look upon murky waters and see a sunset,

with pigments of colour sweeping over dusk skyscapes, 

and igniting clouds of dreams floating by.

And only with eyes that have seen the spectrum,

can one front a shadow with confidence,

and decipher in all its mystery

a kaleidoscope of colourful promise.

And then it is in this way,

by experiencing seasons of colour,

and strengthening through their passage,

we may see life

in all its true beauty.