Dark times for what once was regularly occurring and now no more. Like a bird in a cage often to be gawped at by a prancing cat. Only to replace that cat with a docile, clueless, dog.
Stare at it all to want, it won't be any different nor change anytime. It'll still continue to be the same òle same òle.
And so things become as they intend to be. From a vision to reality, are now that exact imagined idol.
As gentle as nature are those hands, to cusp around to be the nest for a bird. Gentle and also protective. Anyone knows, nature can have a cruel hand to play, also.
The book is the key, it's what begins the motion for everything to start moving. Don't even have to turn a page, just rest it gently in the position for a place to settle. Soon then see how far and wide it'll spread to get. And in a distance will see giants like mountains standing tall.
In the forest; consider oneself as just a visitor. There might be a chief to the camp, might pay homage and stay within that camp. While to recapture the moment by taking memorable photos. Still, even now, do not know why, who, or how, that chief operates. That's because, are just a visitor and not born amongst them over a time of centuries with ancient tales to share.
Jeremiah Ch.51:V.60 " - So Jeremiah wrote in a book all the evil that should come upon Babylon, even all these words that are written against Babylon."
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