The snow is dying, pouring itself into the creeks and riverbeds. Sacrificing its crystalline structure and community for the ubiquitous oneness of liquid. Drawn by the gravitational lure of the ocean. Unity conquers the frozen individuated whole. Pulled from coast to coast the sun tempts the water’s life, the sea gives up her soul to the sky to be reborn as snow once more.
Open your mouth just to see if a song comes dancing out
What is that look of concentration?
Asked my sponsor
I am trying to see the gray.
The gray? She queried.
Yes, I heard at the meeting that between the
Black and white there’s a lot of gray.
Well my darling
I don’t want you to have black and white thinking.
But what lies between black and white
Are all the colors —the full spectrum
What am I to do with this information?
What do I do with all those colors?
I ask in shock and confusion
For right now, just remember
That all colors aren’t blue.