Rainbow Reflections

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An author's musing on inspiration and how it is shared as a gift.

So, the reaction of the reflection, on a moisture particle shatters, and is reflected in the changing of color.  Collecting millions and trillions of the changes, with the brightness of the light’s reflection and the distance of the human eye, inspired by the reflection begins the creation, and somehow, through this reaction, there is a change, and what the human heart can do, that other hearts can not, is bridge that chasm.

The sight, of the light’s reflection, brings the changes to the heart, and uplifts.  From the eye, to the heart, and burning through the soul, and coming to rest in the fingertips.  That, is how it begins.  Through a process of reflection, and even when through the creation of the hand, it is all, but still, reflection, and one, only one, singular view, and yet, the desire to distribute this reaction of the reflection, burns the soul and make one seek out a way to share what was imprinted in the eye of one.

Only the human heart, seeks out to share the reflection, the animal kingdom, for all its ebbs and flows, never seeks to share this reflection.  But, inspired by the reaction of the reflection, only the hand is able to offer this type of communication. Is that why, the creation of the implements of communication came about?  Could it be, that the desire, that determination of the human heart for communication, brought about the simpleness of the paintbrush, or even paper and pencil?  Is music created this way as well?

The visual implication, of the light reflection’s reaction, and the distributing of the inspiration, become a driving desire, one searches for an implement at which to share this inspiration. The voice is the easiest choice, and yet, the one that is full of complication.  How, do you vocalize such inspiration and not offend, but to paint the inspiration brings about other complications, the written word still can be a miscommunication of a simple reflection.  One, one view, offered by any means of communication, even if misunderstood, the desire to share the reflection burns in the soul.

So, you offer the communication, of your view of the reflection, by your choice of instrumentation, and send it out into the world for interpretation.  Holding your breath, your lungs burn like your soul, waiting, waiting for someone to view your inspiration.

Once again, miscommunication, the view of one inspiration under consideration of the population.  So, again, we seek other distribution.  Waiting and waiting again.  Suddenly without expectation, there is an exclamation, and the view of the inspiration has been captured and inspired another’s motivation.  You breathe, there are two, two hearts that understand the view of the reflection’s inspiration, alas, a kindred spirit.

Discussion of the reflection’s inspiration begins, and two hearts become one, building communication about inspiration, and the population's miscommunication.  In time, other reflections of inspiration are exchanged between the souls, and views are given to add and clarify each inspiration.  This communication is a fascination, rapid representation of each inspiration, and each inspiration is a gift given for interpretation.  Understand, each interpretation of the reflection is a representation, a gift, given by communication, not to receive congratulations, but to offer, humbly, our own singular view, of the reflection.


Submitted: January 09, 2021

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