A proposal has them waiting like a patient cat, it is those stories having to sail through and even still to sail in to an open book.
The sands of time is not only a limit of a shared moment it is also to set when things turn for new, like the phoenix reborn.
This sticky mess to be in is as a bee to the honey, someone will take pleasure in taking that honey for their own satisfying taste.
No point telling them as they will still carry on doing what have been trying to tell them not to.
Even sowing seeds is a means of putting oneself back into the woods again. Allowing matters to outgrow where to establish and be under its canopy. As any bright ideas will shine like a rose between two thorns, where others will always see the best in someone.
In the forest; it seems are flogging a dead horse for those plans to make. While a dead horse can still look present although tiresome for the efforts to make. The land widely across is under someone's wings as if an ancient past holds heavenly above. Probably worth the try but some things are not of their while.
In the stones; may well be on that saddle yet it is the passenger whom remains on it although it's those ideas that will be the cart even if before the horse, won't be long till time has another passenger to take a ride wanting those ideas furthermore, love takes a huge step forward and boards the cart as it should be ridden.
St. Mark Ch.14:V.62 " - And Jesus said, I am: and ye shall see the Son of man sitting on the right hand of power, and coming in the clouds of heaven."
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