To be clever with putting eggs in a basket. Is how high above the ground will it be. Wouldn't want an egg to crack before it needs to leave the nest.
It's always that long walk towards that door. A winding path, narrow corridor, whichever it is, that long slow gradual walk to approach has its toll.
While a secret is kept lock away inside and willing to take it to the grave with. The fear of anyone knowing there is a secret to tell is what has the worrying.
Until to find out for oneself by seeing is believing. That need to know detail will just sit and wait for that day to come.
For now it feels like are the only one who knows where it is. Kept out of sight hidden from prying eyes. Yet, the moment to reach for it will have this overwhelming feeling that everybody now knows, however they don't. Perhaps be amongst others whom share that same desire of interest. Then the out in the open feeling won't be so lonely.
In the forest; think on the land like two love birds upon a perch. Looking out across the vast distance and can fly over in any direction. Free as a bird to spread those wings and settle anywhere. Although there's that same perch to return to. Wherever to nest together, will always have that choice of freedom to fly anywhere.
St. Matthew Ch.10:V.36 " - And a man's foes shall be they of his own household."
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