Seeing the surface of what may go deep is that point of brief contemplation. Only the wide open space that has a sense of an ongoing journey will prevent thoughts to come about.
Not all bright ideas come from that who think of them, at times they are just awaiting notions to be illuminated by another.
They bring the goods but will there be those who wish to take delight in consuming them.
The written words to send are not the cause for concern yet the surroundings they need to pass by. As to fill in gaps that were not there in the first place to be filled.
All things fruitful turn rotten in the end, and then, is when it produces its seeds to fulfill its future. It is all the between where others get to enjoy every juicy bit there is to give.
In the forest; while winding paths and lingering roads seem vacant, there always seems a way to bring them close. With a sense of afar but appear as come from near. Something has them wanting to be present for what this place gives. Even if only for a short moment to pay homage.
St. Luke Ch.7:V.3 " - And when he heard of Jesus, he sent unto him the elders of the Jews, beseeching him that he would come and heal his servant."
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