Blue

This morning I know why Krishna's body is blue. Because it is the color of wonder, and the tint of pure consciousness. Morning blue, the blue of a tiny new violet, the blue of the sky that stains a lover's thoughts, the canopy of emptiness, the boundless firmament pervading every cell of my flesh, the vast blue element of Presence, where the past and future are but waves of transparency; where words are but tremors of silence; where feelings, whether anxious or sweet, bubble up and dissolve in one clear tincture of Awareness, and I dissolve into Am. This morning, surrender to the blues. Let the lover, the beloved, and their yearning be one sky.