The colors are all there,
Inside me.
The ones named.
The ones not yet.
The ones that cannot be.
At times they pulse,
Vibrant.
At times they rest,
Muted.
They stand on their own,
Singular and focused.
They blend and work together,
Creating something new - never seen before.
The colors are all there,
Inside all of us.
Identical in their essence yet
Made unique with individual alchemy.
We sense them, seek them, crave them
When we are curious, open, vulnerable.
Our drops, splashes, swatches
Contribute to a collective palette
At once chaotic and orderly,
Beautiful and tragic,
Powerful and soothing.
A mosaic reinvented every day, every minute, in a breath.
Sharpened, burnished, made most brilliant
By seeing, contributing, sharing
In the magic of it all.
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