Choose not your bounty in destruction

Choose not your bounty in destruction… nor to feed thine self with the bread from the mouth of a baby.. And let not the mothers milk become your sustenance as you become in the world, a man.. For it is then, the kiss of her lips, which feed the spirit and nourish your soul..
It is she, who sees not the frailty and flees, but cares for the strengths within the man, whom is within the heart, she knows, the grace and the soul of such mans devoted aim, within his care... is all about her, within, his acts, he share...

It is within the choosing of each, to see both, any and all, who may be about the matters of which choice is made.. And compassion shall be of regard, and the guardian of the will to care. And the deeds within the actions of one’s doing, will be a good will.. Being done.

Would you cry, at the sight of the Sun, and weep within the Rain, nor would you be lost within darkness.. Without the cautions of the heart and the attentions within the self… that care is engaged.. Those appreciations may be forth-coming, in the vision of the heart. And a joy as that upon the rising of the Sun, making light about the pathways, and the Raindrops, nourishing the nature of the landscape itself.. so shall you, engage and let guide you, the wisdoms of truth.. that love speaks within

And so is, the eyes of appreciation.. with giving’s of grace…with thoughts and expression, shared within regard.
And none who live as so..
Shall seek their bounty, within Destruction of any of a thing