"Looking through my soul,
Not my eyes.
Vibration draws,
Patterns to your light.
Your energy collides,
It speaks to mine.
Beautiful whispers,
Colours intertwine." - Unknown
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Let your spirit speak to you, for it will unveil all secrets.
And once you are made aware of them, you keep it.
You shan't be boastful. You shall not speak. For when the sparrow gives you greatness, it's yours to keep. Even if what you bare, feels need to share. You lock it away in a cellar, and forbid anyone there. What you have learned is yours alone. You keep your secrets, and you'll have a happy home.
See, life is happy when it is private. Be silent, and do not involve in gossip. What you'll learn on this journey, and the people you'll encounter too. Just may reveal all that's hidden inside of you. Keep your heart open, and your soul close to God. For the sparrow is watching, and he's going to play his part.
Let your spirit speak to you, for it will unveil all secrets.
And once you are made aware of them, you keep it.
"A vessel for water hardened soil, ceramic broken; forever spoiled."
"But gather with care, these grounded bits, and paint upon them as a soul canvas." The officer finished the poem I recited by Matthew.
"You read poetry?"
"Do I?" He remarked back.
"Are you going up to the precinct today?"
"Yes, I have to clock in around noon today." He notified me.
"I shall come with you. Something within me says you're going to need me there." I replied.
"I possess that same emotion, too. I'm going to shower and get ready in my suite, is that fine with you miss?"
"It is quite fine. I'll be doing the same sir."
"Very well then, I'll leave you to your own tendencies."
After the officer left, I gathered my materials is need to bathe and ready myself for today. My brain laid heavy in thought. The officer and his peculiar situation in mind. As I bathed my skin to become clean and fresh again, my mind worked overtime trying to unveil the mystery of the officer. His riddles, speak to me. And the more connected we become, the clearer they reveal to me. He was very correct in saying I was on the brink of my epiphany. I could feel it all within me, that I'd finally be able to comprehend this all. And why it is that my soul felt so at home to him. He felt like my home. Though, I'd never admit it aloud, he felt like the warmth of thanksgiving evening. He felt very well known to my soul. And though, men make my skin crawl, he arises goosebumps upon thy skin of my soma. I have yet to understand why it is that I connect to him in the likes that I do. Or why is it that I entrust in him so easily, it doesn't make sense at all. But, he doesn't make an ounce of sense, yet I've been coming to an understanding of him. If there is one thing crystal clear about any of this, it is that our souls know eachother very well. I'm not sure how or why, but in time it will tell.
