Need to realise that once that fire begins to burn it is not just entering an open door but to charge right through the place thought as home.
If about to make a loud commotion for it then least make sure all is scrubbed up well, so no need for any red tape.
Prepared to spread those wings yet still making choices on those material things to leave behind.
To read may seem yesterdays news, to those who to read about are set to put in motion, knowing which spoon in the mouth to be born with.
They're not just getting up close and personal, they're wanting to move synchronised with the vibe to feel. Being a small splash to make, remember others play the drums to dream of this outcome.
In the forest; have already built bridges for where eggs are in the basket. There are questions beyond the minds reach for now, on when they hatch and fly the nest. Like an empty void in a distance of not a horizon to consider. Yet there are places afar that welcome for such homage to be seeked for. Whether to head in such direction or take to broader skies.
In the stones; some feel when on an edge is a push come to shove and the edge is to stay than take a leap before jump, or there is that stop gap to be given that space before doing so to make that returning choice be there, as love needs that some thing to build up on and make edges just for that pause between another step to take.
Acts Ch.25:V.5 " - Let them therefore, said he , which among you are able, go down with me, and accuse this man, if there be any wickedness in him."
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