Reflections on navaratri, night six

Colour: Grey

Spotted owlet

Grey is the colour of wonder. It is the mist of mystery that swirls up from the dust of the earth’s skirt twirling eternally. Grey is the veil drawn over our eyes so that we may not see things as they are but see what they were and what they will be and construct a present of awe. Grey is the liminal shimmering of the universe’s eye creating illusions of movement and rest. Grey is the smoke that coils upward from the altar, the true remnant of all ritual. Grey is the immense rain clouds pregnant with meaning that then pours down as nectar. Grey is the noiseless wing of an owl in flight. An owl that flies in grace, squats in gawkiness and looks on in wide-eyed wonder.

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