Our Many Colors

Is the winter coming early?
Go in, retreat, renew?
I feel its time to surrender to the impulse within
And be with this place.
I am at a crossroads
Yet I am not sure where
In a cloudy space of existence
where my mind is pouring into the sounds
that are fading and dimming
like the numbness on a shock filling day
Maybe the power of mourning surges within
Enough figuring out
Let it all in
without knowing
without  contemplating
Letting the field of emotions be
as the colors be
on a fall windy day
Never questioning the colors
Allowing the variety to set in.

Received by Stephanie Sarasvati 11/6/2011
Synopsis:
Working with the emotions and not labeling them as good or bad.  Allowing without the mind adding to each emotion.  I also write this poem to remind myself to give myself space to feel.  When challenges arise, it is easy for me to numb out somehow.  This is my reminder.  Maybe it can be yours too.  :)