What is Colour??

What is COLOUR??

Ablaze!

To begin,

I must start delicately,

Diving deep within.

The rainbow of energetic chakra flow,

Is ever spiralling;

Circulating;

Waves Wishing and whooshing

Like tunnelling ocean tides.

Whirling and whispering

Like the fresh breeze of spring.

Spiralling from the crown

Down,

Down,

Deeper..

Past the sacred sacral womb;

To the kundalini’s keeper.

From head to heal,

From finger to toe,

Stretching electric magnetic rainbows boundlessly.

Linking sparkling stars in the heavens

To Mother Earth and to all her glories.

All-encompassing;

Vertical,

Horizontal,

Telling infinite tales and never-ending stories.

At the crown, Sahasrara,

Pirouettes and pivots

Crystal clear, pearl, pastel periwinkle, white or violet.

Channeling and connecting me

To supreme source entities.

A cosmic grid of colour,

A chrysalis circumstance

Enveloping nature and humanity.

My third eye, Ajna,

Wide open!

Spins clockwise, glows velvet indigo.

Mystical, magical and invoking intuition,

Responsible for the

Positive power of thought and manifestation.

Granting creativity and telepathy

Practicing the ability to stay focused,

In such a rapidly rotating sphere

On a slightly wobbling axis.

Throat chakra, Vishuddhi,

Twirls sapphire, turquoise or blue.

Stringing a vocal cord with an elegant hue,

Practicing balance and mediation

It grants me expression of emotion.

Through dedication and devotion

Artistic abilities and communications are improved,

So I may speak in rhythm or hum a gentle tune.

My Heart chakra, Anahta,

Turns green.

Glistening, glittering, glowing

Pulsating pure love for relationships,

Allowing light to be my guild.

When I focus on this channel

I know which path to take at the fork,

Either left or right.

Next I see my solar plexus, Manipura,

Wheels yellow.

Fiery, flaming, radiating

Success and confidence.

It is said to have a connection to the sense of sight,

So I may experience all kaleidoscopic colours

Reflected and refracted

By such spectacular Devine light.

Sacral chakra Swadhisthana,

Revolves orange.

Driving sexuality and desire,

Associated with enthusiasm and attraction.

As the sun sets and again shall rise,

Here is a birthplace for intimate tenderness in life.

Entangled with a tint of tangerine at its centre,

Such a joyful place for igniting creativity and lustre.

The root, Muladhara,

Reels and rotates red.

Grounding me firmly to the revolving globe I stand within,

Impacting passion, vitality and survival instinct.

Gifting courage and power,

Unkink the crinkled coccyx link

And strength will flood down the spine

Protecting me from danger, reacting with fight or flight.

Now tip toe outside..

Take a step,

Now two, then three..

Stop! Dead in my tracks

Pause..

Quiet for just a moment..

Listen...

Now breath deep.

So Bold!

To define light;

Emanating prismatic sensations of the eye.

Words like tone, saturation and brightness

Are best used to describe.

We can distinguish painting, dying, shading

Writing words like brilliance, bold or beaming.

But there are no real words to combine the five senses

Of nature and its magnificence that I’m feeling.

I close my eyes..

Sunlight still comforts me.

What would it be to be blind,

But still dream visually?

Now Open!

Take a look..

Look closer..

Closer still...

What do I see?

Blending families with skin tints and tones

So harmoniously,

From chocolate, almond, or olive

To warm or cool ivory.

Mixing and matching every shade between,

To creat such vast diversity.

Making each and every single person

Special and unique.

We speak of rainbows and the LGBTQ’s

Flamboyant and festive,

Yet it’s just another label or category used.

A way to classify;

To separate him from her or they, or he or she from you.

A-gender, cisgender, genderfluid, genderqueer,

Intersex, gender nonconforming, and transgender,

All human but we fear.

We are all children chasing rainbows

So why do we exclude?

So vibrant or vivid

We all shine the colours that I see.

Each individual shines slightly diverse,

Special and distinct.

Colour does not define who we are

Yet plays an essential part.

So we may shine a tad bit differently,

Each one of us,

A miraculous masterpiece of art.

Of course there are some colours

That I myself can not see.

When I speak of colour,

I must still imagine these.

Take for instance ultraviolet light,

So elegantly seen by birds, bees and butterflies!

Now,

Imagining infrared.

Such as snakes and vampire bats,

Using sensory vision

To guide them in their habitats.

Capturing prey by the optical sight of heat

Such precious predators depend on colour,

So they may survive and feed.

So, you ask,

what makes me unique?

What separates he, she or they from me?

What makes me distinct?

When it comes to colour,

It’s not a freckle or birthmark.

It is the way I choose to see so many shades

With beauty, an open mind

And an accepting, loving heart.

Through my opalescent blue eyes,

I define dark shades from light

Like a starstruck daydreamer

On a crystal-clear, crisp summer’s night.

Counting continuous constellations,

With such innocent child like sight.

A tint of my pale porcelain skin

Mirrors the exquisite

Wondrously waxing moonlight.

It has mixed and melded,

A touch from his shades of

Honey, espresso and chestnut melted.

With hints of gold,

We blended.

Sublime!

Together we created a bright illuminating beam.

Her name,

It came to me one colourful September’s eve

Within a lucid dream.

Ten times per day I am told,

My child “Broke the mold!”

Since her birth not one day has passed

Where she has ceased to amaze me.

Ziyanna Rae!

My daughter,

My star beam child,

My sunshine.

Your name means splendour, glow,

First ray of light.

Each and every day you radiate so bright,

I have to wear my sunglasses

Like a it’s 40 degrees

And rising!

What makes me unique with the gift that I am granted?

To experience the sensation of colour,

Is to see full spectrum;

And yet,

No colour at all.

For colour is simply everything light reflects,

You, as well as he, she, they and I,

Are merely a reflection of such iridescent light.

—Janine Michelle Nachbaur

(May/2021)