Stepping Stones

Stepping Stones 6/26/2014

Fingers, hands and toes

Frogs, turtles and fireflies

The stuff of yesterday

And the dread of tomorrow.

My thoughts are random

And they skip from one place

To another

Like a juxtaposed portrait

Cut apart and reassembled. 

Something’s are hardwired

But others are flexible

Even if unintended

We change and transform.

The world is filtered through our brain

And sometimes seeing is believing

But there is always more

Than what meets the eye

In the endless streams of dreaming.

I close my eyes and think

And I can almost see it

The grace of a thousand lifetimes

In the span of few seconds. 

This is not random

And these words

Are no accident

But neither are you

And neither am I.

No one else can do it

And our opinions

No longer count

But God is always bigger

And stronger.