May well think they're doing nothing with their time. Yet, they are literally counting on their toes.
Sometimes it's a wonder for who that trophy to have just won is all for. For who did all the competitive work, rewarded with the cup, carry it in their own hands. And yet, the celebrations come from all else.
It's not just them being able to read that mind. Like a character to emerge a presence appears in that minds place. Quite literally a figure of a dark spirit is guiding them, being their minds decision, and speaking for them.
Unfortunately, there's more to it than just picking up that book and taking a leaf out of it. Whoever left it there for another to take hold, had left a dagger through it too. Will be taking more than a leaf, will grasping their blade.
An open purse is never good, not only does it allow easy access for oneself. It also risks loose pennies to fall out. And loose pennies that roll away can become lost if no one other wishes to pick them up.
In the forest; perhaps the distance to have in mind is nearer than to think. As while to just sit there and look beyond the waters reach. An island to see clear as day. The white sandy beach, tropical trees, a blue lagoon naturally made like a swimming pool, beside a tiki hut that would be a mansion in this environment. During the passing of the sun with the rising tide. A sense of moving further away, like a vision fading when to awaken from a dream. Yet, it's still there, in time appears close again. Something is calling to be near, a mysterious pull.
Ezekiel Ch.32:V.19 " - Whom dost thou pass in beauty? go down, and be thou laid with the uncircumcised."
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