A relationship that holds an importance is being the barer of the rock they dote upon. What to carry upon ones own shoulders is their interests.
There is a strong distraction that has the busy mind focused on those luring joys. Business and pleasure do not mix so prioritise where moments can be shared.
What at first did not seem as that same old song, the ovation stirs the senses as being so. Maybe it's time to change that record if everyone still react the same 'ole same 'ole.
Lowering the anchor to settle in water is not as to settle on dry land. There is still for that deal to make whether to find land or to move on.
Cannot hurry pleasures, as the nectar in the glass first needs to be picked by the hops from the vine. Finding where that vineyard is still has the same pace, that slow drunken state, ideally, at gods speed. It will take others to admit their pleasures, as we know to become even slower makes devils work upon idle thumbs.
In the forest; an instrument laid bare will not give up its tune, still to hear it play silently. The purpose in this life was to hear it play. And the intoxicating stimulation to get satisfaction from was the cause of that loss of interest. What seemed a pleasure was actually the blindsight for what had been enjoyable.
In the stones; some will wear upon their head a bigger cap than fits leaving no doubt are taking on others problems, it's those wearing a big hat that do fit questions intentions of a mountain out of a mole hill, love only carries that burden after advancing a few steps giving a sense of being led up the path.
Ezekiel Ch.22:V.21 " - Yea, I will gather you, and blow upon you in the fire of my wrath, and ye shall be melted in the midst thereof."
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