Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream. ~Khalil Gibran

Memories And Abstract Representations of Love

I see life as a tender caress of a loving deity. There are so many beautiful pieces of the whole that we can see. The colors that encompass our lives can be so brilliant that they can make me cry in amazement with the sheer beauty of their existence. Color is a reflection of light and what I see is what is reflected back at me. In this case then my memories are portrayed here as variations of light expressed in vibrant glory. Love is here and loss are also present. The funny thing about dark and light are that they need each other to exist. Think about it. If there was no dark then all would be light. There wouldn’t be anything to see if there was no variation. And, if all was dark then I wouldn’t see anything either. Memories are tied in here as vibrant messages of learning. Lessons absorbed along a spectrum and applied to a lifetime. I am now realizing that there is no true love without loss and when loss is suffered entirely then it allows no room for love anymore. The person who can travel fully into this dimension will be the one who can see many colors and be able to interpret them. Navigate the universe on a rainbow of life and love and learning. Pretty cool idea I think 🙂