The Confluence of River and Self 

At the edge of the Willamette,
I draw breath from
tree roots and cold sand.
Dawn color gathers at the edges
swirling, prismatic silt.

I close my eyes,
and the opal light
threads my soul
from Root to Crown

Root Red
I am anchored in
the rhythm of
breath and being.
I am safe. I am here. I belong.

Sacral Orange
I am the pulse of the current
of want and becoming.
I create. I feel. I flow.

Solar Plexus Yellow
I am the spark,
the fire that devours doubt.
I choose. I act. I shine.

Heart Green
I am the dark moss that gathers,
the branches reaching toward light.
I love. I open. I forgive.

Throat Blue
I am the bird song in the morning,
the silence that follows truth.
I speak. I listen. I honor.

Third Eye Purple
I am the shadow
beyond the seen.
I know. I sense. I trust.

Crown White
I am the breath between thoughts,
the light behind closed eyes,
I am. I expand. I remember.

The river groans at
a boat’s wake.
The rainbow silt fades
into smooth, muted pebbles.
The world returns.
And, I Rise.

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