Truly are set in stone, even to whom to look towards as a leader is dictating from that same stone.
A burning flame never fades in size, just the circle of light it gives. The nearer to get the smaller the circle yet the flame burns brightly the same.
Reservations yet always vacant leaves an empty feeling for something needing to find.
Can always tell when that story has already been told. Like the breath of life has been breathed into the pages.
Trying to tune the mind into those dreams so to become real. So many others have lived the same dream where now needing to find the right one.
In the forest; it's a bit more complicated than to think. Playing to their tune is not just a pipe piper leading rats through a city. The pipes they play are laid as the path. Have been walking upon their tune already. Just never knew for it till they decide to play those pipes. Then, realise are playing to their tune.
Ezekiel Ch.43:V.18 " - And he said unto me, Son of man, thus saith the Lord GOD; These are the ordinances of the altar in the day when they shall make it, to offer burnt offerings thereon, and to sprinkle blood thereon."
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