Uncontaminated

I wouldn’t say I like grey’s undecidedness, but black and white are non-existent—illusions created by the absorption or reflection of light.

I feel golden, bathed in sunlight, and ancient under a silver moon. But blue? Is that connected to midnight blue or the blue sky on a bright day? The latter makes me feel expansive, not down in the dumps.

We view the world through lenses. Nope, it’s a prism, and we keep turning it around to suit our moods and beliefs.

my view expands when
I drink light in a teacup.
difficult questions
dissolve in captivity
mind uncontaminated

Sunday Confessionals

5 thoughts on “Uncontaminated”

I love the way you put it, I also think it is a prism and one of the ways I find it reflects on our daily lives is sometimes in the colours we choose to wear.

The poem is lovely too, perfectly describes the experience of drinking tea, for me.

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