Prismatic Sovereign

In the kaleidoscope of colors, a soul ascends, A symphony of shapes that dance and blend. Circles and squares, a cosmic ballet, Where every hue whispers a silent tale. The orange suns rise, bold and unyielding, While blue depths beckon, a sea of dreams. Circles within circles, a mirror of eternity, Each stroke a testament to the soul's unending stream. Here, in this vibrant tapestry, we find ourselves, Reflected in the prismatic glow of our own being. The abstract forms are not just shapes, but stories, Each one a chapter in the book of our becoming. The yellow dots, like stars in a cosmic dance, Guide us through the labyrinth of our inner light. The reds and oranges, a fiery passion, Ignite the spark that fuels our endless flight. This is not just art; it is a mirror, A portal to the depths of our own soul. In its embrace, we find our truth, A sovereign self, both bold and whole. So let the colors guide you, let the shapes unfold, For in this prismatic realm, you will be free. A sovereign soul, unbound and whole, In the embrace of the infinite, eternally.