what is the color of love
(range eshgh)
to everything turn turn turn,
there is a season–the byrds
there’s a black wind that blows in you
above a black river that flows in you
beside a black tree that grows in you
and you warned me about this black wind
how you don’t undeerstand it
and you cannot control it
and as i came to know your black wind
i began to wonder
what is the color of love?
and i thought well love must be white
because love is life
and life is all of us and all colors
and white is the presence of all colors
so love must be clear and bright like a diamond
when the diamond meets the light.
and then i began to ponder
how love must be orange like the sun when it rises
and golden like sun giving life
and love must be green like the grass when it grows
and blue when it dreams and red when it struggles
and deep deep inidigo like night when it mourns
but love cannot be black
because black is the absence of all colors
so how is it your love is so black?
and then i began to reason.
suppose black is not absence but merely a turning
turning one’s back on the diamond
simply because one is afraid
afraid to be blinded by light
then
what if you just kept on turning turning
turning
wouldn’t you have to
see the diamond
and finally face it and
stop
and find the clear wind that blows in you
the deep blue river that flows in you
and green everything that grows in you
and return
and become one with light
to all things turn
there is a season
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aNopQq5lWqQ
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well, i guess it’s time for my vacation. i’m very late for my plane. one thing i’ve learned here is simplicity of language. thanks to all my colors. i hope i don’t leave anyone out:
niki nezanin amir foaad orange, ebi souri khar david golden, mazloom jr colonel jeesh wife green, nazy azarin faryarm blue, jamshid q red please stop fighting, natalia zion rosie deep indigo
and all of you and the one who’s turning
and kouroush s. (king solomon) and all my goldfish
white
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song of solomon, eccclesiastes, old testament:
to everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven. a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to reap, a time to kill, and a time to heal, a time to break down,and a time to build up, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to cast awaystones and a time to gather stones, a time to embrace and a time and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to gain and a time to lose, a time to keep and a time to discard, a time to rend and a time to sow, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.
gorbaanat beravam
robin jayne goldsmith
New York City, August 17, 2008
ps let’s please leave the thread white this time, shall we?
