The Rainbow Spirit has movement through the realms of color, of vibration and consciousness, and orange and yellow emerge as silken threads interwoven through the fabric of experience—of emotion that feels the shifting sands of inspiration, of beauty, as well as the dark seeds that have grown upward to find the light.
The breath of Spirit fills our wings, carrying us higher to reach the purple and violet layers of divine whispering. But, first, one enters through the portal of heart, of the soft greens of balance between mind and heartfelt feelings—that allow the luminous glow of pinks to filters through, as the touch of acceptance is given for all that such a heart has held.
As the upper levels are reached, the platform of violets lift us to the heightened peak of soft white and crimson snow, that brings what is below to above and vice versa. And here we sit upon this peak of majesty and behold what has been and what we have become, through the journey of traversing the layers of our existence—if only to find that God exists within them all.
And with hands clasped around the thrown of our heart, such love is given, such love is received; and the crimson sky changes its colors, depicting the vibrations of rainbow's song.
Then, finally, the rose pink of the Divine Mother's heart appears before us and tells us to drink from the softness within, from all the love that is given. May its softness mark every step on the road, because no matter the terrain we have walked and even further pathways that we may follow, all is marked by the love that is given; and to find this IS the point of our experience.