life lived with color

denial is a bully,
an instinctual artist born of fear and anger,
eight-limbed, forty fingered,
it uses its palette of extremes to blind us to our true selves.
black and white,
is or is not,
truth or lies,
light or dark,
never room for the
slow birth of dawn or the
gradual goodbye of dusk.
instead, denial traps us either in the
bright glare of success or the
bitter night of failure.

denial's artistry camouflages our
rainbow selves so we act as mimes in our own lives,
mimicking life but never stepping beyond our
self-imposed, invisible boxes into the
wild glory of being.
being as is, accepting is as is.
being as is, allowing
life itself to paint us,
its color radiating from within so
we seek not what we want but what
we need to help our fellow divine beings.
for without the barrier of denial,
we are free to move as we are,
to touch others as they are.
all free to be our rainbow selves,
gorgeous with motley beauty.