"Colors of the Krishna"

"A single thread in a tapestry, though it's color brightly shines, can never see it's purpose in the cotton of the grand design." -The Prince of Egypt

There is a temple in Spanish Fork 

that celebrates Indian culture and faith.

2 of my roomies and I

parked a ten-minute walk away,

and our white shirts & skin got freckled with colors

all along the pathway.

Early for the next chalk throwing,

we explored the temple grounds.

{Kami's shirt is actually tie-dyed.}

We were an hour away from

changing our ethnicities,

an hour away from becoming 

one rainbow race of humans.

We sought warmth within the temple walls

{our T-shirts didn't stand a chance against the wind chill}.

Though I wasn't praying to Krishna as I chanted,

I felt tranquil and closer to my friends, beside me.

And then

the air exploded with color.

Our complexions constantly changed.

We couldn't seem to stop drowning

each other in chalky clouds.

The temptation was just too great

to stop splattering ourselves.

Complete strangers joined in the goal we had

to paint ourselves from head to sneakers.

{Thanks, strangers. We should be friends.}

A wonderfully unifying day,

under the same showers of rainbow chalk.

I love discovering new ways of thinking,
and finding ways to implement them in my life.
Even if it's a tiny change,
it's a step towards something bigger.

{♪ "Mauja Hi Mauja" remixed by DJ Bhagatriks}