Treasure Island

Micron


blue


Blue what does it mean to me and you?
It has many this is very true
In religion blue has many things so I begin
Some Hindu Gods have blue skin
Shiva, the Destroyer, is shown in light blue tones
The neela kantha, or blue-throated one, heard battle moans
He swallowed poison to turn the battle tide
between gods and demons to the gods' side.
Vishnu's avatars, Krishnu and Ram are usually blue
Blue skined Gods often Connected with Vishnu,
Preserver of the world intimately linked to water
Then a person who is spiritual has a blue aura
It’s the colour for our fifth chakra our throat
Changing to music the ‘blues’ have many a tuneful note
Blue has many meaning some good some bad
Don’t just think of it as the colour you are when your sad.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Edited: Friday, July 31, 2009

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