Three Colours

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“There are three colours of the heart,” said the wise one. “Three and three only.”

“Three!” The little one was indignant. “There is only one. Red. Red is the the colour of the heart.”

The wise one smiled indulgently. “You have much to learn, little one. There are three, and if you listen carefully, I will tell you what they are.”

The little one, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor near the wise one’s chair, shuffled forward, face aglow with the wonder of what was to come.

“You are correct, little one, in that Red is one of those three colours. Red signifies passion and romance. It is the colour of physical and emotional love. It is also the colour of the blood that runs through our physical heart, and in that way, red is also the messenger of love. It flows through us, keeps us alive, gives us hope and vitality. Red is the colour of the love we show with our bodies.”

The little one felt proud to have been correct.

“The second colour is Green. Green signifies the spiritual heart. It is the colour of the eternal energy that throbs in our heart centre. It is the source of harmony, creativity, health and abundance. It holds our link to the natural world. It is the sacred fire from which we find inspiration and guidance.”

“But isn’t fire orange or yellow or … red,” asked the little one.

“A physical fire is all those colours, little one,” said the wise one, “but a spiritual fire is green. One day you will see it.”

The little one wriggled uncomfortably, uncertain that seeing green fire could be a good thing.

“The third colour is Indigo,” continued the wise one. “Indigo signifies the ascension of the heart. It is the colour of great devotion, integrity and wisdom, of service to one’s fellow beings, of love for everyone and everything, without judgement, without favour. It is the most difficult of all love to attain, and the most precious to have experienced.

“And those, little one, are the three colours of love.”

The wise one rose and patted the little one on the head, before shuffling off home. The little one sat for a very long time, head leaning against the wise one’s chair, knowing there was still so much to learn.

Inspired by a prompt from Cynthia Morris in her quarterly Free Write Fling.