Silent is the bird that usually sings. Yet can be seen still, just not heard.
A grip on matters do not resolve them. It just contains it and builds up with pressure.
Sitting and watching while growing older and wiser. Observations are reserved and could lead to barking up the wrong tree.
Need to know precisely what to go looking for if to go at a fine tooth comb. Just how fine detailed is it.
Barely educated in such things to even notice what it is to be holding secret. It's the prying eyes of others needing to worry of discovering what to be saving up for.
In the forest; having a point of view is like looking out at a mountain. While to see from a location with the particular shadow that casts. Direction of where the sun appears and disappears. The path to take that brings the mind to acknowledge. There will be someone at a different location looking at the same mountain. However, the shadows, sun, and paths to understand are of a different perspective.
1 Timothy Ch.3:V.14 " - These things write I unto thee, hoping to come unto thee shortly:"
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