Rainbow Memories

Wouldn’t it be radical if

the stories were all true?

( I mean, at least, the ones that

live for Joy...)

Like a wooden puppet’s fairy

is colored ocean-blue;

( Only the sea knows how to

Real a boy...)

Or how the sun floats over green,

encircled under red;

( Each corner’s yellow lights

keep us alive...)

Why wonderlandish queens decree:

“we must remove our heads” ;

( If by pink-heart’s pure-truths

we will Survive...)

As brown-robed monks, like Thich

Nhat Hanh, live simply to set free;

( And liberate our minds from misery)

All animals encaged - like us -

bound by what we can’t see;

( We’ll heal, the day we give them

Liberty)

So we can say at end of day

- if only in our minds;

( There’s much to Life, MUCH more

than Shades of gray...)

The Rainbow’s calling ALL of us,

to learn, to burn, to Play;

( The Soul that Seeks will be

the Soul that Finds!)