Inside My Crystal Rainbow Poem by peter rodenby

Inside My Crystal Rainbow

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Inside my Rainbow




My crystal rainbow
Each particle perfect and identical
In sympathy and place
Each colored fragment
Apart of the whole.
My sanctuary rainbow
A place of warmth comfort and ease
Embracing empathic peace
A refuge and a fortress for the fallen
And the scared.
My musical rainbow
Where voices harmonize
And vibrate through me
With a semblance of physical pleasure
close to peace
Although in side my imaginary rainbow
My body is devoid of substance
And of pain
I am a spirit being and therefore free.
My spiritual rainbow
Where my own spirit is mercifully received
Blameless and forgiven
A companion that I return to in trust
My colorful rainbow
Where colors merge into each other
There are no boundaries,
No right or wrong
No winners and looses
No black and white
My mystery rainbow
That has no solution
That I can not rationalize or analyze
Where acceptance is the only currency
And I can not fathom the meaning
Only that it is.

Thursday, March 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In trying to overcome a long term tendency to suffer from depression and low mood I sought professional help. I was asked by my councilor to consider thinking of an icon that would represent for me a place of safety. Where I could be my self, find comfort, security and peace. There in that place or with that Icon there had to be Compassion for Myself and forgiveness.With traditional or obvious icons, there were difficulties.A symbol or some man made place did not come naturally to me. I found them unrealistic and unsympathetic they were not right or workable. I came to the conclusion that I was not sure how to feel Compassion.I felt initially that it was self pity.I found it difficult to forgive my own mistakes on some level, but on another I blacked out any difficulties. I deliberately did not think about unpleasant experiences. So I was not familiar with compassion I could not fully grasp it.In my past I could have the gestures and actions for others to show the appearance of compassion but I could not confirm in my own head that I actually felt it in depth or that it was a permanent feature of my behavior. During the session I looked beyond the room, there was no rainbow but the idea came.
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