Where do you go to my lovely when your alone in your head, tell me the dreams that surround you, i want to look inside your head , yes i do..................................
This song has been going around in my head for days, how much easier would it be if you could actually get inside someone's head and hear what they were thinking............. that you did not have to rely, on body language, on what people say, because often what we say and how we say it, does not actually match up with how we wanted it to come across, how we wanted to explain it, how we wanted to describe it..............
I was lying on my bed the other night, i say on my bed, because i seldom actually get into bed it is just too hot, almost the same as my life i just hover around the outside making sure everyone else is happy, but to afraid to get inside me......... to see what i want ......for some reason i could not sleep, the rain was falling softly, and it was so peaceful, no cars rushing to get home because they are out too late, no motorbikes buzzing around deliverying newspapers, no people walking around talking and causing everydog in the neighbour to greet them , no dogs barking at shadows, no cats seranading the moonlight, just absolute quiet .......................................
It made me think of how little we are truely quiet, how little we take the time to do nothing, think nothing, be nothing, give our brains that are firing at 500 000 thoughts per second a chance to recharge, a change to catch up on the information which is swirling through its wires, 24 hours a day 365 days a year, all the days of your life .................. it reminds me of those science fiction movies when you see the virus in computors going through all the wires at lightning speed............. green lights flashing .............. blue lights flashing ..............
red lights flashing ............................... and then blackness, as all memory is lost ..............
Then i think of the place that i go to when things become overwhelming, that field of sun flowers blowing in the breeze..............
the yellow faces smiling upwards at the son ........ following it all day, to get the full benefit of its rays, the full benefit of its warmth, the full benefit of its love ........................ depending entirely on it for everything it needs everyday. The cool blue stream, gurgling as it passes over stones, round and smooth, from decades of polishing as the waters pass over it, sometimes peaceful and slowly, and sometimes with great force as the storm waters fill the river and rage there way onways to the sea......... knowing that it needs to do nothing ............... that is has no way of changing what is coming....... that it will come no matter what but trusting, trusting with every drop of water that it will be alright ................. just like us when we take the time to go to our quiet place and be with the Father that loves you more than life itself ...............................
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