Roused: The body stirs and leaps joyfully in full awareness; its soul simultaneously bursts from the corporeal form and rejoins the larger spiritual radiance.
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Roused: The body stirs and leaps joyfully in full awareness; its soul simultaneously bursts from the corporeal form and rejoins the larger spiritual radiance.

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Sick: A neglected spirit appears sickly yellow-green; this is set off by semi-solid shapes formerly human forms.
Sed/Thirst: The body's sensual desires are the nude figure and juicy colors which also signify the pleasure of the subject in her waking life.
Apt: Facing forward and sitting erect, the subject shows preparation for changes already in effect. The body becomes less important.
Closed: Almost stagnant, this figure is barely changing. It is an upright fetal position, creating an "x" across the composition to indicate a protective gesture.

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Ditty of First Desire
by Lorca
In the green morning I wanted to be a heart. A heart.
And in the ripe evening I wanted to be a nightingale. A nightingale.
(Soul, turn orange-colored. Soul, turn the color of love.)
In the vivid morning I wanted to be myself. A heart.
And at the evening's end I wanted to be my voice. A nightingale.
Soul, turn orange-colored. Soul, turn the color of love.