Indigo and purple radiate from me,
weaving and dispersing, choosing when to expand and when to draw near.
Within these colours my creativity, passion, and empathy reside.
When I am feeling spontaneous and free, my purple takes charge.
When I am in a state of introspection and absorption, I am enveloped by my indigo.
How beautiful that the essence of my being - my soul - can be seen in colour via this electromagnetic field.
How beautiful that each of us have defining colours - green, red, yellow, purple, blue and/or indigo - that are meaningful in their own unique ways.
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