Reaching Out Beyond The Hands Of Man !

Drew the picture of nature without the see through of the web in front. Thought of the background and what was to come generated of not much more than could be done by the hands of man.

Couldn't walk into the spiders web and react beyond the quick natural get away effects of my natural mind, not made by the hands of man.

The hands of God, not made by the hands of man, uses what looks to be lacking through the human eye alone. The web is to come again and again perhaps as if to get more of my attention.

The mouth of the spider, shoots out art beyond the snakes hissing tongue, and I stick my own out at it in dead picture form, as I am embarrassed within myself for taking more credit then I should, as well as embarrassed on behalf of the other hands of men.

To be embarrassed and ashamed is the nature of the wise eye gone good. I seek to look at the live looks, of but even one and want to feel the embarrassment like that I have at times among men, and then offer up my hands unto God's with humbleness of heart art.

Hands do art not alone, as do the many parts beyond ourselves so called best natural ways. We look, we learn, and we even buy of the priceless kind to understand the offerings that go beyond its picture.

We attempt to even re-paint it best, as do we do with our words as well. Nature does best beyond the hands of man at times. We put a price on our works, and nature gives them better back freely, beyond the hands of man.

Try to make thy web oh best of the human kind, and offer it free as well. Don't be ashamed when the one, moves from far a near, and shows thy works better offered for free. Don't be afraid to take one, as sure as you seem to enjoy smacking the web of the spider down, without reason or just cause. Don't steal what has been offered freely to you to begin with, for the rub-in force you to become as no-better than me! The ways of nature take to give back freely, without the need to steal, as offered only by the hands of men at times.

The art of the spider, or any aspect inspect of human eye alone, can show you the see, but yet hide the learning a far off from you for both good and bad reasons perhaps of your time. You get one piece of nature’s puzzle of knowledge best and I'm offered a piece as well. We must get along with all people as best we can for the right reasons. For what good is the "get along" so I must ask, if but for the wrong reasons?

Nature speaks out in motion with our emotions left to be alone, as to decide how to cry for her in love. When we cry with loves variety, beyond the greed of the hands of man, we too may begin to understand what made the paintings of old seem to go beyond the hands of man more-so.

No need for a better hand without the right spirit of nature’s heart. Beyond body parts alone isn't talent offered? Can't the pray be answered in nature alone without the hands of man, and offer even more talent at times? Doesn't nature make the abundant life come forth without the preach of sometimes greed? Is man only a witness unto his own self? How can this be said to be really alive alone? How can this be said not to be lonely best? He that hath ears let him hear, of bird or foul also! The testimonies of God fly out beyond the coins of man into the mere wishing wells there-of.

Where there is no money offered there can be more life than ever! Isn't this true of nature sometimes best left alone, without the hands of man? Man gives nature litter-bugs to bug natural nature's best, without purpose even at times! Man wants nature to pay him, for what he destroys or tries to at times. He collects funds from that which his hands help destroy and appears unto us as worse than the wolf said to come in sheep's clothing!

If he can't collect one way, he saves by polluting nature’s rivers and oceans to pay the fine that offers the money give unto his pockets still. If you are such as these, please don't take up painting, some gifts are better left without the hands of man, that offer no God like touch, but only hocus-pocus gone bad, beyond the clowns eye, and not even worth the painted on smiles worth of the true clown of heart nature in both senses.

Humor me oh natures best beyond the hands of man, I ask of thee, not on demand. I ask of the song with the eagles call in my tongue of spirits best. The first Americans live on with nature and do sing out in ways still like unto natures gift that the hands of man gone bad, can't grasp without true repentance at heart beyond their hands of demands alone.

Why does that man from across the way-side, offer not as we some food to the birds as well? I see a gun in hand, and that duck is on his way to that hand of man, as if he's saying, your not worth to me, more than a meal, so I can live to hate more again. Don't eat of the duck depending on just luck to show you the way.

Look at that child looking at you from across the way-side who knows how to best work with natures works, beyond just the quicker than quick hate meal kill deal. Deal or no deal, choose from thy own case, from the best of all over, from that which is real even now to the child of only lunch-box form.

Let nature sing healthy all around you again, and consider new free voices to be put to song with your friendly house broken pets perhaps. What's good enough for the children to try without even the embarrassment of the spider, shouldn't make you run only to your own voice in hand. The Indians music isn't given enough attention at times, as if were running from the spider, and never wanting to know of natures free best to more than pay us beyond money. Nature too offers good embodiment of boss-hood free!

Rock and Roll rules it's sometimes said. The Grizzly Bear and the Eagle as well as the others of even said to be of the house broken would beg to differ and may already have more than once so often that they quit the bother with you. Have you ever looked into the eyes of even your pet while you played your music and yours alone? Where is their song to be heard, except maybe of dog-barking melodies on Christmas?

Then they wait all year to be played over again. I'm willing to listen to the Eagle band of only Grizzly bear and perhaps Hawk, plus variety of bird chirps of blessed cry nature to start. The children need more nature for real in their music with their innocent voices as well. The new American Idol may come to be in the form of The American Indian, if more is offered back to nature in song and good man handed down deeds.

Send in the clowns, and the Easter Rabbits, and egg-me-on out into a natural child-like egg-hunt of best hearts music as well naturals worth. Let me hear the drums of the American Indians more than Easter Bunny love feast. Let me hop to it like unto the best of bunny-hops and dance some too, with nature even without Indian blood! Bird blood brother, that doesn't burden me down, open up of face within mask of natures give style of art, that showed respect becoming to begin with, to even understand the ways of the spider and offerings beyond it's webs.

The natural web of the spider still more than is to be appreciated, as well as perhaps the artistic webs of nature’s heaven. I don't mind being raised up unto God art and finally see beyond the hands of men best talent unsurpassed and the old best as God's son's young body of 33 made to look as old as old can be at the hands of man's kill art worst, but now in the fullness of glory with more room in love to raise all who will come with respect unto natures best as well.

To see the web in front of my picture left undone in this now and presented me finished as a reward of good merit by grace, by the more than hands of God. To enjoy the background in front a-new as well as behind without unkind of eye of soul disturbances! To see colors beyond that of known to men, without the canvas burn.

To go beyond dimensions imperfect where temptations doors are yet still, and see them renewed along with natures best. To listen to new songs of all natured arrangements best, and of all races talent, and without competition gone sour. To have all the pets of earth gathered round in sound as well as natures best raised from the dead, for Easter of heavens best, but even not yet still!

For it hasn't completely entered the hearts of men on earth what their, potentially Heavenly Father has awaiting them should they be known of the already even before thy mouth, to have accepted him as well, by grace and grace alone and not that of only themselves least any man should boast. God doesn't have to worry about natures best boasting, need I mention, least the spider!

It's Easter love stated, "That some of us won't have to die, but will be translated, without the need for a funeral, and once again, go beyond the hands of man." I never did go for little bodies of the road kill nature, people failed to bury, but I'd much rather have them remember to put out their camp-fires, as this isn't to much to ask of the hands of man, and quite easy for those to do, with even the faith of natures mustard seed, or child like faith.