Feelings belong into the body as colour to paper, an essential tool for memory. Oft a picture may speak a thousand words. As from the green of envy through the yellow of indecision the orange of vigour and the red of anger feelings colour the cells.

The dyes fade over time and can be mixed; a red added to orange. It is not without merit to consider two colouring types, those that impose and those that free. In impositions red and green will form a rich and heavy brown, a grounding of the mind, a resposibility not easy to shake off. The red and green light that bathes the cells will bring a laxity a time to relax and enjoy what is with little thought of karma.

Yet both types are fashioned from the mind's doings and undoings, the spinning and weaving and unravelling of threads. The mind has a limited abilty to unravel thoughts but in doing so can free the body from future exploits. Where the mind fails to fully understnd feelings floods the cells as an acknowledgemnt of unfathomabilty. Embeded is now the memory of something benign or threatening, mysterioius yet no longer occult.

With words it is easier to have a full understnding, although seemingly little. The understanding of rain, in words, is a unique combination of two elements, yet stand under rain invoke the mystery of it's origin and whereforth it goes.