Must be a sense of being above the clouds, situated up high and the drifting feeling. To think are coming in from the cold, yet are within that atmosphere.
Those first few steps filled with an educated mind, only for the rest of the way are just plain solid cold stone.
The way forward needs a sharp point to get through the build up ahead. Like skating through it all to prevent obstacles slowing matters down.
A path laid with petals onto where to find that wanted temple upon an above edge. Certainly leading towards a pleasant, gentle natured kind.
For every intention they have they sure throw out the punches for it. Others are a deep mystery that can be like shadow boxing in the dark to succeed.
In the forest; a sacred tree that holds wise knowledge that many seek answers. The story behind the myth is that a young intelligent man once sat under this tree. Whom had many tales to tell, some come by to speak with. Others passed without acknowledging him, yet still he had a presence about him. That one unfortunate day he died under this tree and forever since believe his spirit still gives wise words from the branches.
In the stones; tying the knot is carrying the whole world upon the shoulders yet loose ends just sag, of course to tie an end it takes two pieces to fasten together but it's the climbing ropes that weigh down, love allows the world to do the forward moving and ride upon that flow as cannot force life that won't progress.
Amos Ch.8:V.10 " - And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; and I will bring up sackcloth upon all loins, and baldness upon every head; and I will make it as the mourning of an only son, and the end thereof as a bitter day."
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