Dusk and Dawn

As my black ink dance on this white paper of this Moleskine black book Marked with parallel grey lines to guide my hands from erring. The sun is no more. Here in the South of France, it went to bed sometime after dusk.

Behind my window stand some simple pine trees, beautiful in the day. Invisible in the night. The dead and drying needle-like leaves are not yellow and brown anymore. They are coal black. Yes, the wooden cones. Are not brown anymore, they are as black as pitch.

The ashen speckled bark is no more wooden brown, it is a sable. Even the blossoming roses of red and white buds are no more. They are ebony. The yellow painting of my wall is gone, it is a night.

Oh! how I earnestly for wait dawn.

When the wealth of nature shall be revealed.

In the beauty of all their shades in diversity.

And this diversity is an alluring wonderful story of the abundant riches of this blue dot in space. The variety of paintings created by the stroke of its brush; the glorious plumes of the peacock, the marvels of that calm chameleon, and the powerful patterns of the monarch butterfly’s wing.

How about the gloriously adorned rainforest of the sea of coral reefs of manifold pigmentation? A living rainbow beneath the ocean obeying the physical laws of chaotic order.

From the grandeur of the Amazonian rainforest; mushrooms, insects, flowers, leaves, and light mingling in a radiant bliss, creating an equanimity that pulls at your heart, To the lily of the valley of our grandmother's garden smiling with its white teeth besides its hibiscus neighbor waving back with its purple bloom.

They in their harmony revel in their diversity and continually proclaim,

“To be alive is to harmoniously flourish with fluorescence”.

My mother heard this and she got herself a mortar and water. And so made some dyes and got my shirt sprinkled. Your shoe is black and brown because the dye said so. Your uncle’s white car coating is a sibling of your neighbor’s pink blouse. The red blood in my vein had once mixed with the achromic tears on that baby’s cheek.

The black hair on my scalp holds hands with the pupils of his eyes. Things living and inanimate, things mighty and minor, participate in this connective narrative of colors. And they also tell the story of change. The change of a progressive kind.

And here I come in this story of shades. That, that red tomato was once green. That juicy lemon was once verdant. Colors are reminders of the permanence of change. That things give way for others. Like tones, what is may no longer be. Life, like colors, does fade.

My hair is black, hers is blond. And maybe yours is brown. But with the passage of time, all these will give way to grey. Tinctures tell the tales of our lives. And the multiplicity of animate nature always comes to unity in humus: dark-black-grey.

Buds of divergent hues, furs, and hairs of diverse pigmentation, agree on one thing: a greyish decay.

Dawn is fast approaching. Darkness shall give way to light. Natural radiance so pure and single and yet it is the union of seven friendly fellows. If today is not cloudy, then I shall not see the rainbow. Because it shall be quiet, for white light is a rainbow at peace with itself. Diverse and sundry but single and whole.

Like the conversion of acid in the womb of citrus from that acerbic anger to a sweet refreshing lemonade. In the process of ripening so do I hope for the evolution of humanity. When his vision of color shall come to maturity.

At that time all the seven colors shall come to a state of equipoise. In which red shall be in total harmony with the indigo. When men of all races, faces, and creeds shall embrace an imperfect symmetry. In which they would be united in their distinctness.

Then the prism of division would have been taken away. And the spectrum would come into an agreement with itself. And the rainbow has metamorphosed into the white light.

Then it shall be our constant reminder that; we will become as whole as white light when our diversities find their point of equilibrium. And that shall be the dawn of a new beginning.