I love to love you baby ...


Have you ever had dreams of colours you couldn't create or find once you woke up?

Hi *shuffles feet*, my name is lllara and I'm addicted to colour. As you can probably tell. I don't think I'll recover but it's ok, I've learned to live with it. I tried therapy but the only kind that I could stick with was colour therapy.

MOMENT OF ZEN

My son Richard's colours ...

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A little about me ...

                         

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MULTIWIDTH BLENDS

Love and Tango

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Believe

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Good Girls, Bad Girls

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Carnival!

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Where Angels Fear to Tread

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An Evening of Faërie

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Soft moon rising

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Peacock Fantasy

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Looking for Angels

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MULTIBLENDS

Looking for Angels

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One World, One Love

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First Kiss

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COLOUR MY WORDS ... things I've written that have colour to me ...

Unseelie Gardens, Peace like a river, A kiss and silence, Zazen, Tortured soul, Hold back the night

how much there is to say of the virtue of a man’s love of how his voice can touch the stars and bring them down within reach of his dreams of how his eyes can reflect the dreams of many and hold yet to his own vision what better thing than to be wrapped in the arms of the man who loves you who cares enough to let you be real who is not afraid of your tears and lets his own fall freely with you I have been stronger than the roots of the mountains but not so strong that my love has been the rock upon which I have built the house of my dreams I have carried burdens that he will never know yet his shoulders do not fail to uphold the world for me I have been alone in the night of my mind and he entered to curl up next to me waiting patiently for me to emerge I have dreamed of his eyes when no other dream would get me through the day and waited for the oasis of his embrace when the world turned to ash at my feet I have not depended on his beauty to shape my life but my very existence has been blessed by the joyous wash of his voice his endurance has not carved my way but he has been my light in the darkness the eternal can only be found in the house of my own soul but in sharing mine with his we have been brushed by the wings of angels his love has gone beyond my body and out into the universe and my eyes have seen the truth his mind, so sharp has matched my own allowing him to come through the doors of my wisdom no, not all men will be perfect and some will rend your heart but do not turn love away when it is offered in the eyes of one seeing you with his soul hold his hand and feel him trembling see that he is afraid and fearless all at once and marvel at the grace of his creation ~ls [2007]

I turned to wipe the tear      off his cheek      and traced      with      vicious slowness, stroking      down the line of his jaw.      He breathed in his anger,      his want,      and I drew my finger      lighter than the breeze      along his lips,      feeling      the moist desire.      Parted them to the      fire of his passion,      so barely restrained.      And I wanted to kiss him.      Leaned forward to      fill my stomach with      his scent,      to know him forever      in the light,      in the dark.      The stranger that fate sent me.      Bit my lip to keep from      sighing      as I caressed his neck.      He burned into      me with eyes ablaze.      Love and hate      the line so fine that we      cannot see it when we      step over.      Touched his neck,      tasting him,      drinking him in.      The pulse of his life      a butterfly beneath my tongue.      At last, at last,      he kissed me.      ~ls [2005]

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Gradients made with J-man's mind-melting tool ... Loving this. Thank you!

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What color is your soul painted? My Results: Purple Your soul is painted the color purple, which embodies the characteristics of sensuality, spirituality, creativity, wealth, royalty, nobility, mystery, enlightenment, arrogance, gaudiness, mourning, confusion, pride, delicacy, power, meditation, religion, and ambition. Purple falls under the element of Earth, and was once a European symbol of royalty; today it symbolizes the divine.

Truly, I am not worthy of these beautiful gifts but you are all teaching me the meaning and value of community. I cannot tell you how much I love you. Thank you so very much.


(**Thank you Tirzah for helping me out with the scroll-y goodness!!)