Crayons

Can my mind keep doing this... Going from thought to thought for all eternity... Does anything change, there? Like the seasons of my time which is nothingness just like my mind. Yes I have a brain. You can paint the walls with it, it is real, just like yours. But where is the color of my mind, where is my thought to be placed on a scale to be weighed properly. And the matter of my heart, well no matter because no human eye can see it's true color. The colors of me. In my head and chest pure meat. But where are the sparks of my spirit? Are you there soul, Divine... My God are You there? Are you truly everywhere? Then no matter of my negative thoughts, no, no matter at all... Only you my God... I am yours... For this is all for You, Lover of my soul... You are my Father, my Creator, my Savior, my Comforter, my Teacher, my Love... you are the Truth, the Way, and the Light.... Yes everything changes, but everything stays the same depending on the dephts of your sight... so ask Him for his Light... Yes we are all heading back to him, but we all loose the straight path... so ask him for the Way.... Yes there is evil in this world, the proud one blasts his foul lies over the multitude of the fearful... Ask Him for the Truth... And then listen, just listen.