“There are days when light doesn’t come from without, but within. Golden was born on one such day.”
The sunset, with its rays whispering final goodbyes for the day, had all my attention. I sat there watching the magic unfold, spellbound. In that stillness, in that gilded hush, my muse touched me and I was moved to take up my pen.
Inspired by the liquid gold that cascades and washes all over us during such ethereal times, I could not help but write what this color, this feeling, this embodiment means to me. I had to name it. It wasn’t planned, nor summoned—it simply arrived, like sunlight slipping through a crack in a closed room. This is my attempt to honor what I can’t hold, but am endlessly drawn to.
Golden
My favorite color is Golden.
Everything that shimmers is Golden.
Everything ethereal must have at least a sliver of golden in it.
It makes you look at it.
It twinkles in the corner of your eyes
until you are forced to turn your head and view it.
It has a way of catching your attention.
You can’t ignore it.
You can never attempt to outshine it.
It’s the highest of the high. The shiniest of the shiniest.
It is beyond comparable, beyond our touch, beyond our senses.
So to speak.
It is everything that we cannot be and yet strive to be.
It is not just a color,
It is a realm, it is a stage.
It is that elusive state that humanity has been striving for, and yet falls short.
It is that way of life that we can’t remember,
Yet we live it through memory, through our being.
It cannot be conquered, for it is free.
It sits high and mighty on this high horse.
No matter how many times we want it to come down, it won’t.
Because it is Golden.
And one day, we learn that it doesn’t come down to our level;
We need to rise to it.
My favorite color is Golden.
It took me 28 years to realize that my favorite color is Golden.
Fragments of the Golden Realm
The Alchemy Behind
This wasn’t just a poem but a long-brewing revelation. The kind that takes years of life to form. It took a hundred different shades of yearning to realize that Golden was the language of my soul. It is not like a soft cream, or romantic like a rose. It is regal. It is sovereign. It demands reverence and devotion.
It is the color of becoming. Of the divinely untouchable. It twinkles at the edge of your awareness until you must look. It isn’t just light, it is a source of it. It echoes with the memory of a paradise that we don’t remember but ache for.
Golden, in such moments, is the untouched part of you, glowing in defiance. The myth, the muse, the mirror. It is the sun’s final goodbye kiss before nightfall. A memory. A mystery. It is a presence that calls to us like a siren song in moments when we are moon-kissed and love-touched. It is simply divinity, dressed as light.
To love it is to yearn for transcendence. It is to know that you were born to shine, but also to strive and thrive. Golden is the crown I didn’t know I wore, until I caught its glint in my reflection.
Golden Codex: Journal Prompts
Let this poem seep into your being and let it flow through your pen.
- What does Golden feel like in your body?
- If your soul had a color today, what would it be?
If Golden stirred something primal and ancient within you, share it with someone who needs to be reminded of their light.
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