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 rust and red? How cold as green and blue? How young of spirit? How Old? As I gaze and wonder through my maze of being, I come to know a little more about myself.