light, dark.

we all know sadness.
all of us feel sadness, and we know that we share in this.
at least you should.... you do now.

but, what we do not know, are the memories that lye behind that sadness. the specific moments in time - a capsule - a message that your brain will just not stop sending - a record that you never wanted to listen to...

deep within, those memories have a hold on us.
they pick at the strings that hold our bodies together.
they find ways to permeate love.
but love is greater.
love is broader, wider, fuller, kinder, gentler, warmer.


come back to me, young one.
you have every reason to feel alive.
you sacral pleasure is rising; control, power, subsiding.


we cannot know the memories of another - we cannot know the specific pain pattern linked to moments in time -- we cannot share in the hues, pitches, and angles -- but we, too, have colors, sounds, and shapes. they have all been painted black. gray. red. blood.

we all have sounds, shapes, colors.. feelings. we all have them. we hold onto them.

we paint some rainbow, and some black.

rainbow is my favorite color.
so is black.

light/dark.
the trick, the key, the healing...
i think..
is turning your black, into someone else's rainbow.

i mean to say, i think that the key to truly healing the sounds, shapes, feelings that come flashing into your mind - make you wince, hurl, curl in pain --

i dont think those memories will ever go away -- if they do, that's just repression - not healing.

use your pain to heal another -- human, plant, animal, planet.. spirit.
in that process, you will find healing yourself.
then the black -- is just another color.
and colors are great.

cause all of them together -- make a rainbow.
light, dark.