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BY MAGAZINE COLUMNIST CARYN MIRRIAM-GOLDBERG
Breathe in. The world is made of air,
and air, of dust, pain and joy.
The color you rarely see in the sky,
yet the blue of the blue
circles moon and sun over the cusp
of horizon. Third eye above,
throat below. Vision. Voice,
and that space between
called breathing. Breathe out.
The land circles quickly. Time
rushes over the rocks,
never still. Night falls
when we’re not looking,
the whole lapis of the world
disappearing as the stars emerge.
Write of the colors around you, focusing on the vibrancy, and finding words to express what is alive in a particular blue or red. Or keep on the lookout for lapis – or any color you love – and then write about where you find it.
Beginning a writing practice? Getting started, groundrules to free you, and podcasts of other writing prompts. Visit Caryn’s Write From Your Life page (http://carynmirriamgoldberg.wordpress.com/write-from-your-life/)
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