At times I need to forsake the words. Let them sit alone. Let them be. Be instead be with me in the open spaces with the places in my head where the color and the sky are language and the nuance. See the blue and white. Only blue and white are before me. Yet there is so much possibility. So many shades of ideas offering up themselves in subtle variety. They are waves that sound like the ocean breeze, a calming voice that quiets the words that used to haunt my head.
See the blue and the white. Beauty bespoken in only two colors.
Who would have thought a rainbow could be expressed in such simplicity?
--me strauss Letting me be