Inhale thy words of expectancy, accept thus promise of past, present, and future. Remembering thy words of old and once foretold, as thy knowledge is bound and woven in understanding. Thy pastel beauty of heavens captivation, blended within thy hues of blue. A tranquil, pondering ocean of possibilities engulfs thee with peace and longevity.
A still breeze bounds before thee, embracing thy being with thought and vines of memory. Allow thy gifted mind to bind thy knowledge of time and once escaped relevancy. Exhale thy bitter poisons, once flowing within thy human veins, destroying all that hath been pure. And as thy movement ends, with darkness cast from thy being, remember thy words of accepting peace.
For with Knowledge comes Understanding, and thus that follows is thy Forgiving heart. For none know freedom till thy stage, of turning thy clear pure page.
Is thy freedom found in thy own desires?
Is not freedom that of freewill?
Considering all, and not just ones self, hath become that of difficulty. Like a weed that hath grown between thy stunning flowers, it takes time to prune thy habits of old.
Thus understanding is bound within thy being, hidden in some, yet fluent in others. As though a bounding river of colorful streams, connecting and binding in tranquility.
Understanding is a peaceful revelation, it hath more similarities to that of the meaning of Love.
It is not Jealous, forceful, timed, or even short.
It is accepting, thoughtful, developed, and clear.
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