the Bridge

overnight snowfall casts gaea into stark contrast by dawn

snow, like the moon, reflects sun's cloud-softened rays

snow, like the moon, transmutes solar warmth into cold stillness

blankets the world in an illusion of separate opposites;

black against white

obscure your eyes, seeker, see it is all grey

see how all of the colors emerge as you unfocus in this way...

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I understand why the bridge is named rainbow in our legends;

neither black nor white

rainbow because it reveals the whole spectrum of light

the bridge, offspring of the prism, marries shadow & star-bright

in that liminal space harsh outlines meld with highlights

finally see the full scope of being

remember, dear one:

totality is fleeting.