It's a long stretch to reach out for, to their bones will they wish to bless their new born a better future than the slowly dying past of theirs.
Teaching an old dog new tricks is as trying to teach the young the old ancient theories in life.
Needing to see through all the stories first before considering sharing a peace pipe with them. Will have to make a judgemental decision if to believe and trust in them.
Words that are mentally recorded to remember are as waiting to be spoken for when needing to cover up.
It's not the passion that burns to drive them forward but the fear for that passion to go out that pushes them further. Like some others ancient past to come to the surface again when have smoothed out every uneven surface.
In the forest; some are fully aware for those sharp points to make that cause for that sting in a tail. Yet, when this tail for a sting lays dormant and waiting for someone to touch. Preparations are in hand to not feel for such prick to a finger. And all this fuss to avoid such tragedy is what disturbs the mind when to rest within dreams. The bark is worse than the bite, in other words.
In the stones; creativity can stir the minds of a pleasant soul that turns against that in the process of changing their purpose in life, carrying a weight upon their shoulders is a burden of height too for how above the surface to hold, love is a central emotion that neither scale for weight will interfere although the emotions that follow determine for direction.
St. Matthew Ch.5:V.8 " - Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God."
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