Ferris Wheel

The Ferris wheel rotates, altering views, each moment in time having appeal for the knower, who has so seen, thus frolicking in delight, at the cyclic movement, leaving for others to colour life by free will choosing joy ~ in this play we yet see frowning faces and fearful glances, of contracted soul forms, entrapped in past or future, akin to a dead man walking, frittering away the gift of life, employing their own free will, to do so. 12-February-2021
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De Beaulieu Avatar
February 12, 2021 at 12:18 PM
Hello Unseeking Seeker, at a fair the Ferris Wheel the only ride i like. when reaching the top, A beautiful view to see. I have never seen frowning faces on the Ferris Wheel. Enjoy your day my friend.
De Beaulieu Avatar
February 13, 2021 at 11:04 AM
Hello Unseeking Seeker, sorry I got it wrong. My fault. Enjoy your day my friend.
Seeker Avatar
February 12, 2021 at 6:01 PM
Metaphorical ... Ferris wheel of life
Blown Avatar
February 11, 2021 at 11:29 PM
analogically...fair-as-wheel is about rate of rotation....constant speed always appears faster with respect vision depth... hence depth of vision is consistency in understanding.....gawd i get carried away .....stans sand
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February 12, 2021 at 2:41 AM
That’s the scientist in you speaking!
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