Last night I was shown true colors. Realizations shone brightly in my mind's eye. Bitter exhales and blissful love mingled in a swell of memories. I have been here before. Time heals old wounds. Time and time again I set myself up for the taking, for the giving, the grasping attention that is my seeking. All in vain. Yet again the true colors of my life-giving force are revealed. Constant pull. Then push. Pull. Push. The dance I have learned throughout all of eternity. You show these true colors. The colors of your soulful nature I have learned so well. It is an undoing; mine. A cycle I can not let go. For life is precious and sweet and fleeting. Hungry grasping. Sharp, angry releasing. The melody plays on.
Forever your dancer,
~ Barb ~
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