In highschool I was introduced to a Slam Poet by the name of Bradley Hathaway. His emotions are real and he translates them well into words. I cannot write poetry for the life of me, but I love performing well done slam poems. This one captures what I think Holi (at its deepest level and/or what it will be for me) is about:

On Being Joyful and Content

I'm ecstatic!

and my thoughts

are

uncontrollably

sporadic!

Yet thier all centered around one center

Joy.

In plush ripe tones

joy is rushing through my bones!

If joy were a color

it would be purple

pastel

pretty

Like old women and young children

both wear on easter

Smiling while having deviled eggs

and drinking kool-aid

Chasing blown bubbles

in the backyard

The young ones' distracting hats

fly off...

And the old ones laugh

a contagious laughter

that is to be shared

by everyone there

The sun

shines down upon them

as all of their physical imperfections

gleam

beautifully

and inside

inside

I feel like this

and I look outside my window

and imagine the

future purple pastel pretty

moments of joy

that I will one day have with my wife.

My Children.

My friends.

My family.

I really look forward to those moments.

But I am thankful for the one

that I am having right now.

this morning.

Alone.

On my couch.

Overwhelmed by Joy.

-Bradley Hathaway

For those of you who don't know Holi is the Hindu festival of colors. They throw colored powder to celebrate color, joy and life. There will be purple pastel pretty everywhere (along with most colors).  Even though it is a Hindu practice we can experience and give it (a celebration of color, joy and life) to Our Father.

So I'm excited to be covered in powdered color celebrating the Joy that Our father gives.