FLOWING COLORS
from the golden beach
flows colored waves moving out
to meet the black line
the golden beach is the playground of life...on the beach, we soak in the sun, meditate, read, draw, play volleyball, hacky sack, or frisbee, build sand castles, chase crabs, chat with folks, build a fire, sing songs, roast marshmallows...i can also imagine all the colors of the activities that we engage in on the beach of life drifting out into the sea of memory, absorbed by the black line, near the horizon, the point at which everything drops into the depths of the sea.
what is the color of your life? the color of each of activity you engage in? where does their memory go? do they empty into the depth of the black sea, the place where all colors blur into blackness? what is the process of accessing the depth of the black sea to engage, work with, and transform the subconscious? there is not enough space here to write about this process...I recommend Anna Wise's book, Awakening the Mind, for those who want to take the plunge.

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