If you were a canvas I would paint you blue. Not a sad blue but the blue of brilliant skies. Clear and shining. I would paint you red for passion. Green for growth, and yellow for daisies small. I would paint you full of resolution and satisfaction. Problems solved. I would turn you inside out and underneath where grubs and worms dig airy tunnels to feed the roots of all things. I would paint you dark as a gift to the light. Mud out of which the lotus grows. May I introduce you. Brothers and friends. Na myoho renge kyo.