We have to let the anger out there We have to let the truth out there We have to let it linger We have to let it form and bend and color-change, and complexify. Make it messy and perhaps illogical for a moment to make us ponder. Make us stop from our routine. Stop from our expected ways and pause and look and listen, and seek to understand and self-reflect to see the new colors, the different shapes, the deeper. The purple and blue and black and small spots of red. But mostly purple and blue and black. Speak and let the air capture the sound, the dissonance, the chord change, The color change Let it Sometimes new colors are more needed than peace. Sometimes turbulence Cycles Birthing Dying Letting the earth fester and heal and regrow and be real Be all Cycle JEO 9.2.18