The idea of surprise is not to know for such generosity they wish to give, yet are hanging around by their mind risking on knowing. Even though to be occupied but are not venturing out.
It is the flame of passion that rises but it is the wax of the candle that drips. Need to know what it is to want, the heat of the moment or the set memories.
It's been a childhood dream, from their first picture to draw to today's letters to write, they been living through. Yet scratching the surface is not necessarily revealing beneath, but the cat showing some jealous mercy.
Not always doors that open the way but curtains, as that behind curtains to reveal the true props that can bring out a good show.
Being switched on in mind can be that set in focus to be let loose and charge down that path to their destiny. And with everyone else speculating beforehand. Why some others have gentle steps to climb so to focus in front before hurrying ahead.
In the forest; if living the low life, passing under bridges than to cross them, walk along luring off course pathes. Feet squelching in mucky shallow waters, foul stench of air. May as well idolise a molten image of a rat upon a pedestal. That life they been through, suffered environments in, scavenged to survive. Picking off the side views of what everyday life throws out at.
In the stones; a tree is fruitful equally for its size than as to bare a tree with one largely than the others will be for focusing attention more towards, a bird to nest in the tree depends on how branched out that tree has space for than to focus greatly by small thoughts, love relies upon both fruit and bird to encourage distant seeds to be sown where focused minds can then greatly consider.
Zechariah Ch.7:V.7 " - Should ye not hear the words which the LORD hath cried by the former prophets, when Jerusalem was inhabited and in prosperity, and the cities thereof round about her, when men inhabited the south and the plain?"
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