"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 must then safe keep it.
Thou shan't be boastful. Thou shall not speak. For when The Most High gives you greatness , it is thine's truly to keep. Even if what you bear , feels need to share. Thine are to lock it away in a cellar, and forbid anyone there. What you have learned is yours alone. You keep your secrets safe , and you'll have yourself a happy home.
See life is buoyant when it is private. Be silent , and do not involve in gossip. What thine will learn on this journey and the people thou shall encounter too just may reveal all that's hidden and buried inside of you. Keep your heart open and your soul close to God. For The Creator of All Things 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 must then safe 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 as well. 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 tending."
After the officer left , I gathered the materials I need to bathe and ready myself for today. My brain laid heavy in thought. The officer and his peculiar situation had been applying mass pressure upon the atmosphere where what I cogitated was. As I bathed my skin to become clean and fresh again , my mind worked overtime trying to unveil the mystery of the man I'd recently found a friend in. His riddles speak to me. And the more connected we become , the clearer they reveal to me. He hit it on the nose 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 everything he'd been preaching to me and why it is that my soul felt so comfortable in his presence. He felt like my home. Though I'd never admit it aloud , he felt like the warmth of Thanksgiving evening. He felt much like someone I'd known for all time. And although men make my skin crawl , he arises goosebumps upon thy skin of my soma. I have yet to understand why it is that I ebb and flow with him in the likes that I do. Or why is it that I entrust in him so easily , it doesn't add up whatsoever. But then again , 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 undoubtedly. I'm not sure how or why , but in time I trust it will tell.
