Gifts

I saw a vision of two figures
One red and one blue
They turned their backs on each other
In search of the Truth

The Truth?
The Truth is we are different
And that difference between us
Is the total that binds us
Red burns, blue cools
But all roads lead back to—

By trying to subtract others
From one another
One loses but one:
The self
Because when we hide
Try to live invisible
We die in secret
Hide the Truth
Of ourselves

You are beautiful
I am beautiful
Beautiful but strange
Live your Truth
Each one is beautiful
For none of us is the same

The Truth?
It is not red, white, blue or black
In living colors, we each hold the smallest piece
Keeping it secret holds us back