Psychic Philosophy for Today (17th December 2020)

Pillow talk can be such a divided cause of conversation. What comfort comes of it when like a sack of spuds that is chipped down to small individual interests.

The calling cockerel each morning tends to become less aroused and more silent during winter moments, something that surely won't be missed.

Their reasons are of elsewhere as this visit is more their pleasure than business.

Not all old crows stick their beaks in, some bring a sprig to establish into greater things.

Before to write, think of the pen as a key to form and open up their mind. It will be others whom carry the tale further on.

In the forest; there are some bridges built to fill a gap. And passing over that bridge tends to give no acknowledgement of anything below. Whatsoever may pass by beneath, the solid stone set in is for reaching across that gap, of no dreams or hopes as it becomes forgotten and drifts away from sight.

In the stones; minds alike that share the same educated guess of written pages for knowledge to learn than a mindless carefree outlook, even though to walk the same path as everyone else it is all about knowing where that path may lead, love expects this gained knowledge to agree with certain choices and puzzled if going about as freely as.

1 Samuel Ch.3:V.7 " - Now Samuel did not yet know the LORD, neither was the word of the LORD yet revealed unto him."