LIGHT BLUE COLOR OF THOUGHT
Light blue color of thinking. Mind wandered imagined endless airs above searching thoughts memories and spirit. Light visions contrast dark earth below. Glance eye up to sky in want for idéa and freedom. Light color sky least loaded dispersed lightest the colors, fading white, to nothingness and freedom.
That’s from where the angels descend.
This why the name.
I once stood on the dry gravel road crossing my country cottage plot, the middle of the road overgrown with a wide swath of grass. It was dark evening. I was looking up at the sky and the stars— the innumerable tiny spots scattered across the distant dome of velvet infinity.
Like tiny pricked holes in a vast canopy stretched adobe above. I began to imagine the brighter ones as closer, the dimmer ones farther away, the faintest in the distant.
Suddenly, the whole sky transformed, became truly three-dimensional—the air turned into volume, filled with depth and space, me a part of that space, standing tall, my body reaching out into the void.
Above me, a theater of darkness: an adobe filled with suspended lanterns of different sizes and distances, scattered throughout the immense cosmos. I could see them near and far, some seemingly just above the land. A powerful experience—magical depths.
Then came a jolting thought:
How do I know I’m not standing on Earth by my own weight, but hanging out from it—held by only a magnetic force of attraction? If gravety was magnetism.
I stayed immersed in the sensation and enjoyed this new way of walking on Earth—not standing, but hanging. Hanging out into space, surrounded by lights with no clear above or below, simply participating in the universe. Thrilled, tickled by the risk of falling out into the light-pricked darkness.
