In every life there’s always a moment
Where we lose ourselves
And the gray takes over.
Colorized in shades of black and blue
there are times
Where all we see is a haze of yellow
and we find ourselves
Basking in the warmth of assurance.
A mirage of transcendental tones,
Self and not self
Doership and discipleship
we wrestle with reality and myth.
Creating distinctions in the labyrinth of our minds,
Painting on a canvas
Of the ridiculous and sublime
Thoughts of power,
Fate and choice
Salted, peppered, and sprinkled,
With philosophical introspection,
of purple, green and dazzling shades of
The Existential who?
The seas, the sky,
Wandering oxygen becomes fire
With red being the only hue.
-Tosha Michelle Woody