"What a liberation to realize
that the 'voice in my head' is not who I am."
Eckhart Tolle
Out of boredom came the idea to give specific color to each random voice in my head. The easy ones were rapid in association. Rage was colored with red and fear took on tones of black. Divine Spirit intonations were gold and angel notions silver. Water syllables became an easy blue just as the sun shined verbs of orange. The relentless critic shape shifted as needed.
There are so many voices appearing in my consciousness and then additional ones loiter in my unconscious. My head is crammed with so many words, I doubt if there is any original thinking occurring at all.
As some part of self falls behind the voices flashing colors, I realize I am more of the back drop for my words. The liquid or emotion of each color rubs against me like a blotter and together the colors run and bleed. Words string phrases and they create the landscape that colors my world.
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