The Future
The lens of my eye
sees white:
a prism of all colors
of the rainbow:
white light.
Imagination
sees
mixed colors:
hues that move my soul:
vibrate
with
belonging.
All
I have been given
reflects:
tiny acts of caring,
daily dabs
of rainbow.

Apr 13, 2013 @ 11:45:05
I love ‘daily drabs of rainbow’, beautiful Jeanne
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Apr 13, 2013 @ 14:06:08
“…daily drabs of rainbow” What a great way to describe “acts of caring.”
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Apr 13, 2013 @ 16:32:22
daily dabs of rainbow…
rainbows are never drab!
J
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Sep 02, 2016 @ 09:20:39
Reblogged this on The Vibrant Channeled Creator and commented:
This little girl has reached the age of reason…. she’s free to choose!
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