For everyone who asks receives.
And the one who seeks finds,
We are but wind blown leaves.
Prisoners for a short time of our minds.
I was swimming slowly on my back, in the water.
Looking at the sky , floating.
I seemed out of my body , in some different matter.
Not really even thinking.
Rarely we seem not connected to the body.
More conscious of our soul.
At last set free from this mortal body.
More in tune with one’s immortal soul.
Separated from time and space.
Perhaps nearer to God, face to face.
…..
Are we this body
Or are we a living soul
And we just don’t know
….
See Luke 11: 5-13
























