Sometimes thoughts come in a company ... a swarm of bees ... noisy and circling in an inconceivable dance ... you try to follow them, count, distinguish ... but nothing works ... and then they are somehow unthinkable line up in a clear line and begin to emit sound ... and you feel it as a vibration, a slight tingling sensation in your fingertips, which are already restlessly rushing around the keyboard or fiddling with a pencil to write, tell what you are thinking ... share your thoughts with someone then...

Thoughts ... they create us ... they change us ... they can destroy us ... they are us ... but they are uncontrollable ... willful ... do not obey us ... they seem to live their own lives .. when they wanted to, then they came ... or left ... but where did they go? ... and why? And how to deal with them?

I thought about the color of thoughts ... I don't associate them with color ... for me thoughts are such airy transparent creatures ... I imagine them as such parachutes, like those of a dandelion ... so airy and soaring ...

Thoughts are material ... I have noticed more than once - I thought about something, but it came true right away ... you need to think and think very carefully ... and it is better to think about the good ... and let all our thoughts be bright .. then there will be less suffering, pain and grief.
I think of you......