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The Color of Love
Take your place in the great mandala as it moves through time.
The people and events we touch, and are touched by, in this lifetime may appear and then disappear, but they are never gone. I have heard it said many times that time is an illusion. But I never understood what that meant until I realized that dreams and waking — like a movie projected on a screen — seem real when the lights go out and the music starts — and we are enveloped in the comedy and tragedy — in tears and laughter, touched, moved, frightened, inspired…. And when the movie ends, the memory may begin to fade, or we may remember. But either way the scenes that touched our hearts, our minds, our emotions — the experience remains even if we forget. Somewhere in our cells, our physiology, in our souls, the story is written. What we have moved through, the people whose lives intersect with ours, the beauty, the terror, the moments of transcendence, frustration, pain, pleasure, and love all of this continues to echo — even if we no longer hear the sound. And eventually the song of innocence — like Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah with its ‘minor fall and its major lifts.’ The dark and light moments and shadings, all part of the one unique choreography danced by each of us — each moment a meaningful link to the next, blending inseparably in rhythm with our souls. “Take your place on the great mandala as it moves through your brief moment of time….” —…
