June 29, 2011

Birth of Colors

The color blue was created the very first night on earth. The full moon disappeared over the horizon before explaining to Mother Nature that he would reappear soon enough. All Mother Nature had to do was shift to the other side of her garden to see the moon in the sky, but she believed then as she believes now that the best way to find a lost stray friend is to stay put. And so she stayed put, watching the sky.

When the moon reappeared the next night, slightly less full, Mother Nature was so excited. She figured the moon lost a sliver of itself escaping death in order to find her again, and she blushed for the first time. The color pink was born.

All night, the moon and Mother Nature were together. Mother Nature was so happy to wake in the morning with the moon still in her arms and the sun shining on her face. The color yellow was born.

The moon might have noticed he was causing serious emotions in Mother Nature. But he did not notice, or pretended not to. He went on swinging across the sky, singing love lullabies, shining bright as can be.

In fact, the moon was so caught up in his own preening that he forgot to tell Mother Nature that for one night that very first month he would disappear altogether. And so Mother Nature waited and waited, and she even shifted to the other side of her garden, but the moon wasn’t in the sky there either.

Just as she was becoming so upset that the moon had left without saying goodbye, a sliver of moon appeared over the horizon. In that moment, her anger melted (mostly) into passion, and the color red was created.

Believe it or not, Mother Nature had had enough of the drama between herself and the moon. Sure, the colors were beautiful, but they needed to come more easily. Mother Nature stretched out her arms and wrapped them around her garden.

Inside herself, Mother Nature discovered her very own color when she loves herself and is at peace with herself. Green was born.

The moon now saw that Mother Nature could be happy all by herself, and this stirred a jealously inside that the moon didn’t quite like. The moon wanted to be happy for Mother Nature’s joy. And since every true thought is rewarded, the moon was indeed happy for Mother Nature in that moment.

The color white was born.

The moon understood that he had a special relationship with Mother Nature, and this excited him. But it also frightened him.

The void of black was created.

Mother Nature stayed put and kept herself occupied while the moon groped through the blackness. And when the moon emerged from his darkness and shone his new light on Mother Nature’s shifting season, perfect with every shade of green in that very moment of transition, all the rest of the colors were born.


This is the prelude to The Colors. Here's Part 1.  




My friend Suzi at moondreamin' put art to the piece, which is so cool.


19 comments:

Brian Miller said...

smiles. love your tale of the birth of colors...fanciful and sprinkles of natural wisdom through out...

Claudia said...

hey - got tears in my eyes...and that's because it's so good to hear your poetic voice again..i missed it madly ed... and smiles on your comment over at my place..

Wine and Words said...

I too have missed your poet voice Ed!!! I love to think about the moon and sun as having personalities and feelings...attributing human emotion to an emotionless thing. I wrote of the moon in a private place:

Does a wolf recall the date of it's birth? Is there memory, or perhaps a scent it once new from being within a mother, that it hunts infinitely? The Moon recalls. The Moon...so in tune with the waxing and waning of it's own come and go, keeps track of all it surveys, having shone so often on birth and death. There is a record, etched with a fossilized stylus in craters and stones , and the record is grand. The memory of the Moon is long, and kind, forgiving, and complicit in the earth's forgetting the pain of birth, so that yearly, it yearns again for Spring. And so the Moon holds our unbalanced history...a rose colored collection of our beauty, the moments we got it right, the days we gave in equal measure to our gain, and our effort...the intent of our effort especially cradled with a tender glow. The rest, the sometimes painful, scared, humbled rest, is cast like fast balls within strike zone of the sun and returned via "SMACK" on the sweet spot. The cover flies back to incineration while the core sails across the sky. And there, caught readily in the glove of the Moon, is our essence...the scent we once knew from being within a mother. Safe. Warm. Nurtured. Loved. It is no wonder a wolf howls at the Moon! The Moon is kind, and it's memory is very long.

Ed Pilolla said...

thanks for the love, y'all. it feels good to write creatively again. annie, what an amazing piece. i will read it again this evening and, after sighing after reading, once again, draw inspiration from it.

Amanda Suzanne said...

Beautiful friend, simply beautiful.

Wine and Words said...

I hope so Ed. Anything that inspires you to write as you do is worthy of the giving. And then some :)

Phoenix said...

This is beautiful, Ed, really incredibly imaginative and sweet and it made me light up from the inside (is that yellow?)

Great job!

The Empress said...

I have missed the magic of your writing pieces like this.

So quiet, and so full of lessons learned from watching life around you.

It's good to read this again.

Tori said...

Ahhhhhhh. I can breathe a sigh of relief now that your lovely poetic voice is back...and in full force. The colors in your garden are stunningly beautiful, just like your choice in words.

Marion said...

Thank you for these amazing words.

Mark Dixon said...

The poet from Dragonfly has returned. And you still know the precise moment to give us that frisson of excitement that keeps us coming back for more. Bravo.

Suzi Smith said...

mmmm.... magical! May i post an extract at 'moondreamin' ed?

and annie... another one to come back & savour.

Rachna Chhabria said...

Was completely enchanted with your tale of colours. It transported me to a magical realm. Thanks for this wonderful post, Ed. Loved it.

Earthianne said...

Beautiful! Love and admire your work, Ed. More, please!

*The Old Geezer said...

I like the idea that the color blue was created 1st. Blue is my favorite color :-)

Have a great 4th of July!

~Ron

Ocean Girl said...

mystery the moon..

Lori said...

The beautiful poet returns. I am smiling.

Claudia said...

just thought i'd say "hi" and read again..wishing you a lovely day...smiles

She Writes said...

Ahhhhh, there you are. I missed that writing of yours, Ed. Sigh... Good to hear your voice emerge in color.