The Thought Comes In Seven Colours

meditation every cakra a realm a different light every stage is a realm a different movement meditation every stage a different breath the thought comes in seven colours it is stationary like a tree ever ever peaceful moving with the time legless waiting to be legged in its own realm of quiet and serenity the thought comes in seven colours it is flying in the sky with the birds estatic as rainbow seeking self sustenance in tranquillity, joy and nirvana the thought comes in seven colours moving with the snail one padded, ever so slowly to where it can survive the thought comes in seven colours it is in the sea reflecting the sky and the sun to us; how many realms one can go in and out along the rigours of creation the thought comes in seven colours it is with the angel moving from realm to realm the thought comes in seven colours in the ice, in the fire, in the rain in the vapour that rises in the clouds meditation every cakra is a world to explore every cakra is a world moving from movement to the stationery from time to the timeless where the thought is at rest for eternity