She’s calling me in
Beckoning me with her enchanting light
Shimmering, pulsating, morphing & moving
There’s a warmth within her
The warmth of being held
It moves its shimmers through me
Engulfing me in her lovely light
There’s no fear within her
No manipulation in her mesmerizations
It’s pure she whispers to me
As pure as pure as light
Art: Zoe Langman
This is the third of the meditations on color and the poem that flows through me afterward. I can’t tell you what a beautiful feeling it is to meditate on yellow. It really was as described in the poem. A warm light. I actually spilled tears of happiness, as it truly felt like I was being held with love and care. A truly amazing feeling.