Samson the Nazarite, did you hear of him? They say he wore his hair in seven locks, I wonder if they took seven years to lock?
Could that be a reason that he has two 's' in his name or does the other represent the number six?
Is it true that we always remember the time we were sixteen or is it something we are all made to believe? Cos I surely can't remember much of my 16th year on earth-honestly!!
Are we all playing make-believe or is that which we are living as real as it gets?
My thoughts are like bubbles, floating above my mental state, floating high above in the air, ever so gently, reflecting the colors of the rainbow.
Who determines the path we walk? Is it us or does the Most Divine have more to do with it than we acknowledge? Ponder.
Are we really all truly unique in the way we speak, act and generally behave or is there someone out there with a voice just like yours? Ponder.
Do we wear masks that we exchange with each situation? Are we all just capitalist pigs that don't care for the betterment of an entire nation?
We act like we care, but when the backs are turned and knives are pulled we struggle and fight and kill for materialistic things. We like to own and have and possess even if we have no time for the things we eagerly acquire.
My faith tells me to collect treasures in heaven where no moths can destroy and nothing rots.
Maybe I need some time out for reflection and reciprocation.
How are my thoughts created and how do I battle for the right thoughts to gain dominance within my mind?
At times I really need to take my mind on vacation, then the intricate slippery of my slivers of silver seize to swirl and lay down quietly like silken skies or rather the first snowflakes laying to rest to announce the beginning of winter.
My thoughts are like snowflakes and sun rays all in one.
My slivers of silver seize to swirl to lay quietly like silken sand in a desert in the absence of wind. As they begin to stir I hear the silent sounds of the south wind, struggling closer.
Sand grains lifted spirally into a vortex of sparks of sand as they swivel and swerve and dance into the solemn distance. As the sizzle of sand sparks dies down so envelops a surreal sand coat the slated surface.
My thoughts are like snowflakes, protruding sun rays and silken sand all in one.
Slivers of silver.
This is a lot of thoughts to process quickly. Some observations you've made are pretty deep (profound).
ReplyDeleteAnd...a Christian should come to terms with almost all of them.
My invitation from your last post still stands. May God bless you richly and often.