Full Spectrum

How would you begin to explain colour to someone who is blind?

You couldn't.

You’d have to see with an extraordinary vision that surpasses the trained eye.

You’d have to make colour a multi-sensory experience

that goes beyond being described.

You ask what makes me unique? It is this.

That to the limits of language I do not abide.

I need to be felt subtly yet all at once like a ripple upon the tide.

I am colour map of the sun that spreads in your mind.

That’s why they call me Ray.

A kaleidoscope of senses seeping into multiple dimensions,

One to whom you must pay close attention, else a shade may flicker,

and you would miss the moment that could change the entire spectrum of my picture.

To dive into the true colours of all that is me requires accepting the universality of possessing these human forms,

these bodies

these vessels

brown, white, black, red, yellow,

it’s all the same.

We all possess a divine beauty, a vast depth of texture-

blank canvases to paint with all we transpire to be.

What makes me unique?

Ask the clarity of the tepid breeze,

She whispers to me more then any lovers tormenting winds.

Ask the temple trees,

Their forest greens have knowledge of my being embedded into their roots.

Ask the wild seas,

Her depth of great ocean blue embodies the fluidity of the way that I move.

And herein lies the simple truth.

We get so caught up staining our walls with these pigmented hues we forget that we are ALL products of nature, untied to the pallet of this linear mind.

To limit ourselves with a black and white lens only places us in a dull box in which we are eternally confined.

Stay colourful,

Ray