true palette

what if we could convince the purples that the blues

that are not trying to steal the chroma, the vibrant pigment which is the joy

of themselves or the vivacity of what they have drawn life

but that powers that want, for their own wealth in being,

disharmonies to remain as they are

perpetuate ancient lies so the fear of ‘not enough’ fuels ‘I better get mine’

what if the truth of abundance were to tinge pale hues , allowing

purples, blues, greens, oranges–all to recognize themselves

as vital, nuanced shades of the whole palette of beauty

quiet times of healing

quiet times of healing

seem to take away

from life

so much to be done

so many deadlines missed

so many ‘ought to’s

so many ‘need to’s

so much busy-ness

it is difficult to recognize

true priorities

and allow ourselves to hear

the still, small voice