Blended Frequencies in a Colour Reality
Healing and Heart 💜💚
I am the blend of colours that make up me; a frequency rainbow I have chosen to be
A touch of purple, green, a tint of blue, some warmth of fushsia and orange too
My unique signature of colour to share with the world and in this present moment, I share with you
The path that I have chosen to take, holds the frequency of colours I leave with each movement I make
A trailblazer of colours here to assist myself and others heal, as I do; my authentic dreams become so real
Harmonizing colours of existence, blending into my own; creating flow
Each of us like rainbows; blends of colours created by experiences as we grow
My expanded state holds colours I have mixed in my soul and also holds colours that are connected to the whole.
We are all one; a universal rainbow; a united canvas
unique in our strokes; creating a reality of one vibrational mass
We are all creators and creation
I am a unique blend; just like you, here to remind everyone of their own vibration
With the colours of healing and love; purple and green
I am here to listen or to help you be seen
In your unique signature of colour that you hold- is a part of the collective rainbow in which our reality unfolds
My heart holds the colour green; compassion love and empathy within my core, expanding to your heart and connecting to the whole as we all express and explore
We are all here to grow and expand,
into one beautiful canvas that we have all had a hand.
I am here to remind myself and the collective to be authentic and true; the blend you chose to lend to the whole or even just a few
We are all here to walk each other home
In a beautiful canvas rainbow we create; but not on our own.
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