yellow and white

daffodils and plumeria when we're spring we gather

the true path of the crown shows a kingdom within
white flowing robes of princes and nymphs
clouds and dust subjected to whims
holy rooms with cotton rugs and incense in the corner
spiraling smoke like the snake so charmed rises out of a basket
in the middle of your pelvis
sway...sway...sway my dearest whole!kindreds, my brothers my sister!s
with white comes clean thoughts wiped of negativity by your strong brown hands of earthGod

the yellow confides...whispers a coy chuckle at us... at our endeavors to be only so pure only so engulfed by the baptismal cascade of white waterfalls

wandering yellow...painted sun on the paper...the warmth and pain of living...bringing us memories
and hope

earnest sprites of the trees...they dance around naked and yellow...and I hear chimes and I'm reminded of the white

round and full like a halo or a breath

white, the moon, the crown chakra, the purity essence, the holiness, the purity, the cleanliness, the stillness, the peace, the rest, the waiting to hold your form within to make silver, and dreamtimes, and offreality, the transcendence, and the Gods, and the end

yellow, the sun, the solar plexus, the warmth and reality of living, the brightness, the joy, the emotions, the action, the journey, the noise walking makes, the light, the beginning.