When I am thinking deeply I see the world in brown: The colors mix completely And in each other drown Creating a commingling Expressing every view Through merger and intriguing Revealing what is true - When I am looking death-ward I see the world in black Where the ungentle shepherd Leads toward a wayward track, Where millions of creatures Feed on the human ghosts And lawyers, dressed as preachers, Proclaim the heaven lost. When I look at the clouds I see the world in gray: The hopes and the doubts In them together play And through their interaction - All facets merged in one - Bring lightning and refraction Of rays of setting sun. When I am with my loved one I see the world in pink The spirit-cloud above me Reshaping all I think Feeling my essence nurtured And brought into sweet love - Her heart, like gentle orchid, Enfolds me in a glove. When I burn with desire I see the world in red: My heart becomes a pyre Inside which burns my head And as it turns to embers Where all things fleshly die, My spirit soars and clambers And falls into the sky. When I am full of glamor The world is yellow, and It turns into a lemon And into shifting sand From which, with just some patience, I make a lemonade That feeds the respiration And all of me pervades. When I am feeling open I see the world in green In which I feel and hope and Know goodliness and sin And, seeing the whole landscape From elevated view Conquer the inner wasteland And make it bloom anew. When I am full of willpower I see the world in blue And, certain, build a tower That seeks attainment to The transcendental wisdom Of sky and ocean waves Which holds the truth and freedom And love that goodness saves. When I am full of soul In indigo am I Feeling the cosmic whole Expressed within the sky That reaches earth with wisdom Of millions of stars And nurtures me, assisting The healing of the scars. When I am in a prayer I feel the violet light Reaching my spirit, where It casts the lies aside - Burning into the essence With penetrating rays And teaching many lessons, From gratitude to praise - And after darkest hour Of darkest of the night I'm happy as a flower To see the world in white. https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetry