Like a dormant steam train, needing for that something to get the engine warmed up before the steam ahead.
Sharing out equally is a job never done as until all are satisfied can then be at rest.
The smallest thing of interest, something that is not considered as important yet routinely, has the biggest advertising.
It's that mind to, that mind's step, opening up in thought to be able, that is preventing from getting on the ladder.
Before it was once all about the surprise, the receiving something, but now there is so much influence, manipulation, tempting, that it has become a wanting. How others raise their child it has altered the meaning with everyone, that it's ok to take sweets from strangers.
In the forest; are dealing with the ashes forgotten from someone's once huffing and puffing. Like flicked cigarettes in an ashtray of their troubles from a past occurrence that had been settled already. But to pick up cold, like an old erupted volcano that knows can boil something up again. Only it is the aftermath that to cause more stress for the mess to leave behind.
In the stones; being the spoon inside the honeypot that stirs and serves is where those signals give out, but seeking for something more pure and clearer like water yet no one seems to want a sip from, love is like a bomb waiting to detonate for the behaviour they thought was sheltered from prying eyes and now to see which signals are giving off.
Acts Ch.13:V.37 " - But he, whom God raised again, saw no corruption."
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