Concentric squares of warm and cool colours give way to a rectangular doorway.
Night and Day
Of Spirit and Thought
For As Long As The Mind and Spirit Wonders
Absorption
Mindful
. . .
I ponder on my day and night. My light and dark. My weakness, my strength. How much am I warm as the pale rust red? How cold as the deep of green and blue? How young is my spirit? How old is my love? As I gaze and wonder through my time of being and becoming, I come to sense the maze and colours of my life