177 Colour

177_Colour.

We configure and confound to love each other however harmful the World is, yet with all the preparation in the World, we failed to prepare for failure.

So, we need to see the World in a new light.

I think by colour. And so, artefacts and objects are dull and boring, like this computer I am writing from.

To replace everything is a colour gone too far when we know our goods. But just sit in the daylight and see the colours for what they are and reflect on them, thinking in colour. The midnight sky makes my skin blacker at night, when I write, so I am born of this Tropical Philosophy, of technicolour dreams. But in the day, the hills are green, the sky is blue, the nature is jaded, and the sun reflects the hues of billions of colours, so refreshing for the eyes.

My dream last night was of resisting the body, the flesh and sex, but to love. Of course, all day long I was looking for a buxom blond-haired person, to turn me into a positive kind of character, then got home and cried for she has no-one. This world seems never ending in its dichotomies of get out clauses and day to day habits.

There are colours of nature, and the urban realm.

There are colours inside us, and an opposite and reflective force of what we wear.

Red may mean we are no danger, yellow for love and sex, and blue for calm and tranquil. Colours may mean different things to you.

My anxiety takes head until I study a colourful view and make sense of the composition.

The dirt in this world leaves an atomic pantone grey and yellow over the forecast, and we are subject to inhalation, of gaseous chemicals so please still wear a mask, when you remember to. Fine, it is all psychological, but it could put years on your age to do this, and enjoy the technicolour world we are moving into, as we slowly heal.

New history is the philosophy of now, and everyone occasionally wants to stake a claim at it. But it is not this that is the colour, it is the not noticing that prevails. We have seen this scene before, now look for a colour you have never noticed before.

I can comfort other people, in my passion and love for Christ and humanity, but I will never know if I am coming to wrath over reality or sur-reality. Something controls me in the background, and colour takes me away from that.

I am no sympathiser to the cause of my problems, and yet do not expect sympathy, when eventually allowed to continue my progression into colourful writing.

The Samsara and the imprint in the soul, is a breathing emotional reaction, not to follow the ego, and to listen to the body, to close your eyes in meditation, because energy follows awareness. As the Samsara disintegrates, the energy imprint releases its content, and you discover what the Samsara is:

“The eternal colour of the mind.”

So, I think in colour, and it is beautiful, however seemingly ugly the scene, from a cultural point of view. All colours react in us, and it is to reduce our lives to simple mindfulness and meditation, to understand something clearly at last. Sexy is aloof, but you have not said you love, it is not ugly to love, in comparison, but beautiful and fulfilling, so continue. Love is in the air, and I am happy at last!

Amen

Love AB x