Pilgrimage is across waters towards a mirage in the reflective surface. Seeing beyond where a sense of refuge can be found.
Pleasant stay and an appreciated farewell, yet their presence is still furthermore.
Something or someone else is battling that atmosphere, to keep that portrait steady. Like a painting hanging in the wind to stand by.
Captivating to the eye yet drawn towards by that 3rd eye eventually. What is seen with both becomes magnetic within the psychic reach.
Just another ride to be taken along with that has a hooked on a line for. It is their own sting in the tail they are trying to escape from. As another growing child that sting in the tail soon catches up with them.
In the forest; if the food of love then Cupid strikes its bow where appetites are satisfied. The choice made is quicker than to receive a fulfilling outcome. Giving only a sense of direction for where their cravings occur.
In the stones; luck will be riding upon that storm and together come out as the sun to shine, most just see above the clouds while feet get wet and become overcast later, love can see through the cloud and move against the wind and clear days are from learning to swim in the deep end.
2 Kings Ch.15:V.3 " - And he did that which was right in the sight of the LORD, according to all that his father Amaziah had done;"
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