Those first colours. Playschool poster paints: red, blue, yellow, and green.

The wonderment, when you first discover purple…

Blobs remain on your clumsy hands, but you don’t mind. You like gazing at the colours, while the teacher is talking; plus, you’ve got PVA glue to pick off.

Your trick is going to work. You peel slowly.

You can store the colourful stretchy thing in your pocket, for later.

You will hide it under your pillow.

But, you might just roll it up, squishing it into a tiny ball.

You can stare at your little planet all night long!

 

You see the bluebells.

Granny has taken you for a walk.

But, you stare at the lush green grass.

You made that shade when teacher gave you white.

Now, you sit on an itchy pink rug.

You kind of forgive it, coz you’ve not seen this shade before.

Perhaps Miss will help you magic it soon.

 

Then Granny pops a bluebell into your palm.

But, you see the purple of your world.

You lift your chin up with glee. The powder blue of the sky.

And then you notice the friendly bows of soft yellow.

Granny says they’re called Cowslips.

Their orange lips feel like kisses.

Your tummy senses warmth.

 

And, although it’s hot, you feel cool tingles at the back of your neck.

You notice some dance on your arms.

Unbeknownst to you, these memories will stay …

 

The hustle and bustle of the complicated world.

It’s hard getting off to sleep.

 

Granny is in the sky now.

You wish she wasn’t.

You stare at the lilac frame, perched on your bedside table: kindness and love filled her heart.

Behind closed eyelids, you recall nature’s beautiful colours: tangerine, crimson, and cobalt blue.

Their charm is alluring.

Innately, you know to keep your eyes shut.

You place a hand over your tummy, the other over your heart.

The colours move and merge.

It is your personal kaleidoscope.

You can call for any hue of your desire…

 

I like to choose blues and purples.

But, you could see oranges and reds.

Simply notice them, and welcome each shade that presents itself to you.

 

Your breathing will regulate itself by keeping your palms positioned.

It doesn’t matter if your concentration breaks, nor if you open your eyes.

Just close them again when you can, and reposition your hands.

Use a real colour to assist you, like the lilac of the photo frame.

 

Just like a recipe, I have adapted this form of colour meditation for myself.

I have meditated every night for more than a decade.

My disability renders me to be in permanent pain.

But, can you believe that this built-in tool can actually help to reduce pain?

It certainly evokes a blissful sleep. It is not hard to practice because the colours are always behind shut lids.

Perhaps you may feel like giving it a try.