The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter 90

I recently shared with a friend, "While trying to prevent a storm I actually created one." Selected words from two days earlier were misinterpreted and it led to some serious judgement. There seems to be a lot of that going around. Instead of putting focus on the purpose and plan, we've developed this new habit of giving what we feel permission to rein over all things developed. No matter how far off the truth it is, our heart and brain see it as actuality. Instead of offering an open door or simple face to face time conversation. Assumption believes it has just enough evidence to give it permission to be King. We're throwing stones. Not playful skips across a smooth as silk lake surface. We've called in the diggers and they're bringing dump trucks of rocks to our front door. This isn't the first time in history something like this has happened. This dude of faith had returned to the city. The locals instantly brought out someone they had stamped guilty on. The visitor to the city knelt to the ground, wrote something in the sand, then stood up. The accusers were given a thought to hold. Once shared the visitor knelt again and wrote more words in the sand. The crazy day drew to a peaceful closing. I'm a daily writer. Taking the time to listen while documenting something from your heart has an incredible way to keep your palms free of stone throwing. Did this person deserve to have such harsh accusations thrown at them? I'm not the one to judge. Empty your hands and build a path of peace. It actually could start as simply writing something down before igniting your hearts energy.