Are chasing after a ghostly form of oneself, although this ghost hasn't a mind of its own and too is being controlled. So really, are just chasing the one who pulls the strings.
Just sweeping away the dust others left behind on the steps everyone takes to gradually climb to that mind of theirs. Not wanting to pick up everyone's mess, but need to clear the way for an own attempt.
When being watched from a corner of a room, is unnoticed than if they stood central by a wall. The art of deception is to disguise which angle they are to be looking from.
Unfinished business is as a sword left standing in the ground where to last battle from. Care to allow them to pick up where they had left, as they have something buried under layers for years to protect.
A quick brew of their favourite tipple and they are sorted to battle the cold they been prepared for. Only these short breaks are wasting time for where others have other ideas to spare time with. Obviously someone had more of a picnic in mind than a rowdy round of drinks.
In the forest; for some who take delights in passing through an established garden, their thoughts are crushed as a seed of spice in a pestle and mortar. Their purpose placed in to a mixed up ingredients of every fruitful mind to have. Yet, this blend of a flawless mind, for others whom pass under dark clouds above. Is a blessing for every squeezed drop of emotion to have.
In the stones; dragging their heels behind yet still to be led as clearly a decision of when to let go, rewarding is to believe when to see but some rewards are clouded vision and not realise are being uplifted, love was always a cloud to be on and giving is just a little taster to sample.
Daniel Ch.10:V.11 " - And he said unto me, O Daniel, a man greatly beloved, understand the words that I speak unto thee, and stand upright: for unto thee am I now sent. And when he had spoken this word unto me, I stood trembling."
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