The Story of Sapphire and Arion: A Heap of Mud

It seems Darling I have made myself miserable to what is or is not to come. I fret and worry about never seeing you again. All of this worrying has made me so tired. I am a heap of mud- stuck in my own thinking.
Oh, next time we meet up in our night wanderings- do tell my soul not to fret! All is well!

Affectionately,
Sapphire

My Story- The Gift of Friendship

In the early morning of April 24, 2015, my birthday, I had the following dream about my Dear Old Friend:

I was at my best friend's farm from childhood. I am looking for her. I find her and she says she was with her horse. The farm house, the barn, everything vibrated with radiant colors. It put my soul at ease and brought me such joy.

My best friend, Jill, grew up on a farm with pigs, cows, horses, dogs, and cats. As a child I spent a lot of time at the farm. My favorite memories is of us horseback riding. We galloped through open pastures and rode on trails through the woods. 
In the woods, we discovered what seemed to feel like, a secret entrance into the spiritual realm. Where nature and humans harmonize and time slips away. We would ride horses all day exploring every inch of the woods. 
When I left Illinois, at the age of 15, my heart was heavy. She was the one I would miss the most. Her love and passion for horses greatly reflects my old friend's soul- unbridled, wild, and free. Her communion with this sacred animal is extraordinary. 
Looking back, her friendship, was medicine to my soul. Her farm, with all it's beauty and wonders, was my sanctuary. Her bond with horses reminds me of my own true spirit that needs to be kept unleashed and not restrained.

Thank you, my old Friend, for being you!!

Your Hidden Nature

Your hidden nature stays
secret inside of you.
Quietness is bottled up
and it's scent reaches my soul.
My inner ear hears words
you have never spoken.
My inner eye sees the sun
bursting from your chest.
And I start writing words
that only you and I 
know the meaning of.
Your hidden nature stays
secret inside of me.

A Grave

The day comes when you will run out of sunlight and get stuck in a grave; which measures the width of your shoulders (plus elbow room) and length enough to wiggle your toes (if you weren't dead).

Oh Fool, find the Companion before you run out of sunlight. The One that guides your soul in the spirit world. Don't make a room for your corpse. Rather dissolve into nothingness. The world's passages to narrow for soul lovers.

Dream Of God Answering My Prayer, Part 2

The Exhale For Mercy

Prayer has always been a path for union with God. The inhale breath communicates our longing to God. There are nine levels of prayer leading to union. They were established by Father Archimandrite Ilie Cleopa.

The prayer of the lips
The mouth
The tongue
The voice
The mind
The heart
The active prayer
The all seeing prayer
The contemplative prayer

The exhale breath is the cry for mercy. If my prayer is sincere and my longing great, then it is always accompanied by an outpouring of tears. In the sacred space of emptiness, I have created intimacy with God. There is a presence felt and colors of soft pastel green and/or pink descend from above into my crown chakra. It is this experience that validates the mercy given freely from the Holy Spirit, and my tears become tears of gratitude. 

Reference~ Sophia Rising, Monette Chilson 

Dream of God Answering My Prayer, Part 1

From Journal Entry: 9/20/2015
 
I am in the city surrounded by gloom and doom. I thought about how I need to write down all of my mystical experiences for my children. From the demon encounters to the messages from divine beings. How I need to instill in my children that you need to cling to God to get through this life. I am really sad thinking that my life is mostly suffering from beginning to end.

With faith, I extended my arm up towards the heavens and prayed with commandment and unshakable faith. And the darkness of the city did part as I prayed to God. There was a great pause during the transition from darkness to light. It was the breath of silence- the sacred space where God's presence is known to man. God's presence I felt inside of me and outside. 

I spoke to Him, addressing Him as Father. And said, "God, Light I don't want to see darkness all around me. I don't want to feel like there's always a storm over me. Father I cannot continue on my way in darkness. Please show me the way."

Being upright and obedient in my prayer, the heavens opened up and my spirit heavy became lighter and I flew with great speed towards the Living God. My spirit no longer burdened, grieved as so. I at the end of my ascension said to God, "Thank you, thank you." 

By remaining in conviction and faith, I know God will keep His promise and He will illuminate my way and give me clarity. And I will be moved towards a higher state of awareness. 

The Old Man

Sitting in the corner
is an old man.
He is cracked,
humbled, full of wisdom.

I gaze into His eyes
and another dimension
opens up.
He sees into me,
he peers into my soul.

There is no exactness
to this science.
The cloud of unknowing
parts and I see clearly:
How is it the old man is me?
I am Him? 

There is a place where everything disappears from existence, and the dance of life and the dancer are one in the same.

Life Is A Bicycle Philosophy

~ A man may be born, but to be born he must first die, and in order to die, he must first awake. -Carl Sandburg

~ Many people live lives of quiet desperation and go to their graves with the song still in them. - Henry David Thoreau

~ There is nothing that will not reveal its secrets if you love it enough. -George Washington Carvel

~ Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing. -Salvador Dali

~ Doing what you want to do is life. And there is no real satisfaction in living if you are compelled to be forever doing something which we do not like to do, and can never do what we want to do. The desire to do it is the proof that you have within you the power to do it. -Tennessee Williams

~ Dreams are born in your heart and mind, and only there can they ever die.    -Art Berg

~ Ideas are elusive, slippery things. Best to keep a pad of paper and a pencil at your bedside, so you can stab them during the night before they get away. -Earl Nightingale

~Be the change you want to see in the world. -Mahatma Gandhi 

Reference~ Life Is A Bicycle, Garry Fitchett

Dark Thoughts

Dark thoughts gather nourishment from dark images. Emotional violence creates storms on the inside and then manifest themselves on the outside.
Keeping a watchful eye on your thoughts is of great importance. If storms are brewing on the inside who is the one to restrain your actions? Your anxious thoughts give rise to all the problems in your life.
You blame others for your misfortune, but do not see the devil's cleverness and the devices he uses to engage you in all your violence.
The entrance into the mind must be guarded. Guard your thoughts. Make beautiful images with your mind and when darkness creeps in remember God.

The Story of Sapphire and Arion: Ten Questions

Do tell me Beloved:

How long must this illusion go on before I am committed to an asylum?

How long can a lover wait before her heart gives out and she dies?

Haven't you had enough time to compare me to all your other lovers? And did it not make you yearn for the one whom makes you feel alive?

Do you have any pictures of me? Do you have any sketches of me? And if so, may I see?

Am I just an idiot for thinking this could possibly be real?

Sometimes, I hear a song and it reminds me of you. I have to drop everything I'm doing to hear the song. Does this ever happen to you?

Please do tell me if nothing else, what color are your eyes?

Your Darling

Time Traveling

I am time traveling
through this landscape
of my heart.

My past in ruins,
my present unfolding,
my future in reach.

All of these paths -intertwine-
and all of them lead
me back to you.

Awkward Transition

Between this awkward transition between you and I, I must say: your courage has found you, your clarity has defined you, and your good looks only add to my desperate need to be near you.

My Story- My Righteous Grandmother

My grandma, I called Grandma T from the very beginning. She said that I wasn't able to say Theresa. Growing up I never saw her with a man. My grandfather had passed away before I was born. She remained a widow for 20 years. I felt quite sad that she didn't have anyone, but I now realize that she did- she had Jesus. 

Visiting her home was very humbling. She often had soup on the stove, her bible on the table, and her crochet needles and yarn by her rocking chair. Her house was always cold because she lived on a very tight budget. Any time I left her house she would say to me, "Always remember Jesus loves you."  

Grandma T's Praying Hands

Her Christmas gifts were always something she had made by hand. As a child I did not appreciate her gifts, and often buried them in a drawer and forgot about them completely. Even at the end of her days in a nursing home, she kept her hands busy. She did ceramics and crafted many praying hands. The hands that she gifted me, I still have to this day. They remind me that prayer is important and to trust that Jesus is always with me. I now see my life as a living prayer and do my best to pass on to my children the importance of prayer.

I was 9 years old when my father left. Grandma T took the leading role as a spiritual guide and disciplinary figure. She was a robust woman whom worked most of her life. She was a retired nurse and often there would be a sick or injured neighbor at her house in need of care. I rarely went to the doctor because most of the time I was sent to Grandma T's. Seeing as we were dirt poor (my mom on public aide, food stamps, and disability) we simply could not afford visits to the doctor. 

After retiring, Grandma T worked part-time at her church as the secretary. She also played the piano during Sunday morning services. Her love and dedication to the Lord sent her to prisons where she ministered to inmates about Jesus. Because of her I was in church a lot. I memorized the Ten Commandments (Exodus 20:1-17), The Beatitudes (Matthew 5), and The Lord's Prayer (Matthew 6:9-13) at a young age. To this day, I rely on these passages when I am scared, in need of protection, or reassurance. 

My last visit with my grandmother was in the nursing home. She absolutely glowed when she saw my face. She said I had turned out to be a fine, beautiful young woman. That meant a lot to me. In the end, she was the foundation for my spiritual discipline and her faith in the Lord became my pillar that got me through some of the hardest times in my life. In my eyes, she was a saint. She helped the less fortunate, preached to the nonbelievers, and loved Jesus more than anyone I've ever met (except for me).

The Three Spheres

In my thoughts,
I adore you.
In my heart,
I love you.
In my will,
I surrender to you.

There is no desire above the desire to beseech your mercy, grace, and affection.

Soul Stealing

From the shamanic perspective when we can't forgive someone, we are stealing part of his or her soul. It is as though we hold on to a part of their essence. The tricky part about this is that we cannot force ourselves to forgive someone. Forgiveness is something that happens; it is not something we do. But we can set our intention to finding a way for forgiveness to happen so that both parties are set free from each other. As we put our attention to the task, we create an energy where forgiveness can slowly begin to happen.

Reference~ Awakening To The Spirit World, Sandra Ingerman

Purging The Pain

I dive deeper and deeper into my subconscious to find buried memories of you. I explore this territory with an open mind engaged consciously in the process of self discovery.
How I proceed is by carefully placing my emotions in a part of my awareness that does not interfere with my findings. Then, safely I can identify the cause but be detached from the emotions behind the memory.
Because from a Higher perspective the soul does not associate with pain. It's viewpoint is viewed from a perspective of love. And tenderly I can embrace the memory, then I am able to consciously release the pain.

Meditation

How long will you remain a boy?
Dawns must end.
Behold the angels of old age.

Shake off temporal things then
the way a bird shakes off 
the night dew.
Dart like a swallow
from the raging ocean

of daily events
and pursue the Lord
in the intimate company
of souls flowing
into His virtue.

Reference~ Carl Rakosi

NOW AVAILABLE Stringing Beads: Volume 2

Now Available on Amazon! Stringing Beads: Making A Beautiful Life Moment by Moment, Volume 2

Stringing Beads, Volume 2, is a continuation of Volume 1. The book picks up where her posts in Volume 1 end. Madison's path to self discovery takes the reader on a intimate journey as she discovers more about the spirit world and the strength of her own spirit.

At the end of Stringing Beads, Volume 2, Madison includes a letter she wrote to her beloved. Her fears and hopes are communicated to him. It is through faith alone that Madison continues her outpouring of love to the beloved and to God for reuniting their souls.   https://www.createspace.com/6430236                              

Slip

Occasionally you slip my mind and I get some relief from your memory. Then, you resurface and the sadness mixed with joy fills me again. The guilt I feel for the slip causes more pain, but the joy of your memory satisfies the guilt. There is no end to this vicious circle; only an awareness that allows me to be at peace with both.

Bangles

The sound of bangles rattle the ground.
Lockets explode and make an eerie sound.
They have killed another woman-
for going to the market is not allowed.
The Taliban out spilling blood like rabbit hounds. 

Shabana danced and paraded around.
Her earrings lie there on her body,
where she was found. 
Benazir with her beautiful jewels and crown,
was viciously and violently struck down.
Her speech to defeat the evil and bring them down-
left her a target and in her blood she drowned.

More and more are dying in public crowds.
Their sickness spreading over the world-
like a black cloud.
So if you hear bangles drop to the ground-
take heed like Malala warned:
Freedom is being stripped and bangles,
lockets, and earrings are not allowed!

If you want to resolve a dispute or come out from conflict, the very first thing is to speak the truth. If you have a headache and tell the doctor you have a stomach ache, how can the doctor help? You must speak the truth. The truth will abolish fear. ~I Am Malala

The Heart Chakra

 The mystery of spiritual emptiness may be living in a pilgrim's heart, and yet the knowing of it may not yet be his. Wait for the illuminating openness, as though your chest were filling with Light, as when God said, Did We not expand you? -Rumi
 
Some of our inner work is going to hurt. Still, we must search for a deeper understanding of our resistance and the power it has to limit our existence. When we experience pressure, the challenge is literally to open ourselves to it and drink it in instead of resisting or fighting it. Our task is to open our heart chakra, to be in touch with the flow of creative energy, and to have the strength and courage to live from it.

When you work with the heart chakra in your meditation, release all our wants and needs, all your cares and worries. Your desires and fears are the logs that keep the fire of agitation burning inside you. Let them go- feel them fall away. Instead, sincerely ask to grow, until you feel an inner shift. Stay focused on that wish until the shift occurs and supports you. 

The ability to open our hearts and minds resides in the simple decision to be happy. In that decision, a further chemistry change takes place. Instead of being filled with the heaviness of our ambitions, desires, fears, and worries, a lightness within us allows us to let these things go. When we fill ourselves with light, these flowers within us bloom and flourish.

Reference~ Dynamic Stillness, Part 1 by Swami Chetanananda

Charlie

The shadow of me is everywhere.

If you look at the sunset,

With a glass of wine in hand,

You will see me in all the colors-

Each color an expression of my mood.

If you sit in my chair,

And rest your feet-

You will feel the peace

that filled my soul -

As I rested my tired body

from a long day.

If you take a walk down the hill

where often the dogs accompanied me-

You will hear the sounds of nature

that resolved so much dis-ease,

From years of living in a busy city.

If you go into my workshop,

And see all of my projects

lying there still waiting to be finished-

Please know it is an invitation for you

to pull up a stool,

Help yourself to a beer,

And pick up a tool.

And in the spirit of doing

What I loved to do-

You will feel me in that moment

because the shadow of me is everywhere.

~In loving memory of my father-in-law, Charlie Hernandez, departed from this world on 8/18/16.

A Glimpse of Stringing Beads, Vol. 2

Coming Soon: Stringing Beads, Vol. 2 

This book is a compilation of my blog posts for the past three years. Also included is a letter and a revealing at the end of the book. Here is a glimpse from Stringing Beads, Vol. 2:

"During the writing process of the first book, Madison struggled physically and spiritually. What Madison experienced for several months was a painful ache within her chest. Lying in bed one day, Madison thought she was having a heart attack. When she surrendered to the pain and to God, Madison had a vision of a blinding light from outside her window."

Dream of The Chakras: The Holy Relationship

From Journal Entry 4/20/2016

Me and a small group of women are sitting in a auditorium discussing relationships. One woman says, "It is to make the unholy relationship holy, to make manifest the desires of the inner invisible body with the outer spinal body, and to build it on faith."

Interpretation:

In order to understand the word of God and unite the male and female energies, which lays hidden within you, you have to work with your spinal column (chakras). The spinal column is where the seven main chakras are located. The whole purpose of the spinal column is to consciously work with the chakras and raise the serpent (kundalini). Through fornication (spilling the seed) the serpent descends and we remain trapped in a cycle of birth, death, and rebirth.

When a woman and a man practice chastity (white tantra), they reject the impure sexuality. True chastity is pure sexuality, or the activity of sex in harmony with our true nature. Properly used it refers to sexual fidelity or honor. The sexual energy (serpent) then rises up, and through the crown chakra the female and male energies merge with the Universal Mind (God, Creator, etc.) into a state of bliss.

Reference~ gnosticteachings.org

If The Heart Will

If the heart will,
it will lead your feet back to me.

If the heart will,
your mouth will speak of your state with me.

If the heart will,
your eyes will peer deep into me.

If the heart will,
your ears will attentively listen to me.

If the heart will,
your arms will reach out to hold me.

If the heart will,
your heart will own a lover like me.

Rumi- The Slaughterhouse

In this slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat. ~ Rumi

The Closed Door

She sat on his bathroom floor
not sure what she was sobbing for
All the things she wished he had said
went racing through her tethered head
This was her last chance
to get through to him 
For she knew fate
would be cruel to them
So as she sat on his cold floor
in the dark with the door closed
She let the tears come and the pain go
for the man she loved for ever more

A Book

Sometimes I just want to sit alone with a book. I don't want to quarrel with anyone. I don't want anyone's advice or opinion about my state or the state of my affairs. I just want to lose myself in a book written by a lover of God, whom also searched out those beings (whether be prophets, saints, mystics, or lovers) that understood the lover's inner state.

Amongst my kind, I retreat within. This world is full of hypocrites, asses, and demons.

My Past Life Dream: A Monk and Nun

From Journal Entry 2/22/2014

It is an older time- buildings are rustic, roads are all dirt, everyone is dressed in ancient cloth-like garments.There are two groups. One of men and the other of women. A young white woman kneels down. She is allowing someone to cut her long hair. The woman gave her life over to God and committed to the monastic life.  
A young white man has arrived with nothing but the clothes on his back and has also committed his life over to God. Even though the man and the woman are in proximity of each other, they have not yet recognized their connection. They both have the same longing in their heart and are destined to meet. Each reflecting back the wisdom and truth to the other.

In this dream, my consciousness is witnessing this event from above. I see the drama play out and feel the longing and love that this man and woman have for the Lord. It is very powerful and moving. I also am aware of their meeting that is to take place. The meeting is a part of God's plan. As I am watching the woman's hair being cut off, the man is nearby. There is a knowing that these two must meet.

This dream is about twin flames meeting and the alchemy work that needs to be performed in order to satisfy their longing for God. The sexual energy between a man and woman can be a catalyst for self realization. Nuns and monks take vows of chastity, poverty, and obedience. 


These days monks and nuns are always single. They ignore that a true monk needs a nun. A real nun needs a monk. How can you have one without the other? How can a monk learn what love is, if he suppresses his attraction, his devotion, to a woman? Likewise, how can a nun learn what love is if she avoids her feelings towards a man? The natural attraction between man and woman reflects the creative powers of the divine. The most powerful force within us is sexual energy, which is best used in a loving relationship.

Reference~Gnosticteachings.org, Beginning Here and Now: Four Ways of Spiritual Life

The August Reason

Oh, give me a reason-
reason to not torture
Others or myself with
the infractions of my mind
I am not sound of 
mind, body, or spirit
I am irrational, irate, deranged
Oh, how unjust this world is
and how fictional
The next one becomes 

If I do abandon
all hope for sanity's sake-
Will my heart have rest,
Or will I always long
for truth of the August reason?

A Waste of Semen

I met a man who
feared his life
He wore a mask
a fake disguise

He dressed up 
in whoremongers' clothes
His face tattooed
with eyes that bulged

His pants hung low
below his waist
I thought to myself
what a fucking shame

He mirrored an image
from inside my head
A futile image
that others dread

In this image
a face of death
Masqueraded by
talking heads

No consciousness or soul or heart
did he own
No mercy in his
eyes of awareness known

I likened him to
a dreadful demon
I thought to myself
what a waste of man's semen

The man who loves
his demon fears his life
And tortures others
with his tortured mind
 

 

Ruins

My greatest fear is that the seed
in my heart-
will dry up,
and I forgotten-
lost in time.
I a fading memory-
whisked away by death.
My tomb,
just a ruin
of a shadowed past.

My Story: My Mother, My Hell

My mother, after my parents separated, became very bitter and angry. It was around the age of eight, that things seemed to spiral downwards into a dark abyss. Without my dad there, my grandmother intruded more on our daily lives, dictating everything we did and how we did it. My mother often fought with her as she tried to maintain some control in her own household. Being a single parent with twins was more than she could manage. Feelings of isolation and helplessness only compounded her mental illness.

Sadly, most of my memories of my mother are not good ones. Often I'd be the target of her blood cursing screams. She often would tell me, " I brought you into this world and I can take you out!" Or, "I wish you were never born!"

Those verbal attacks frightened me so. It was as if I could feel the air around me get heavier and evil lurking within it. I got into the habit of locking my bedroom door at night when I went to bed- afraid she would act out her threat.

Mental illness can take many forms. Often children are the victims of a parent's mental illness. Not to my knowledge has my mother ever been treated or diagnosed for bipolarism, and/or schizophrenia. All the signs were there from her rapid changing moods, pacing back and forth, rehearsing conversations out loud, inability to cope with minor problems.

It deeply saddens me that I couldn't do anything to help her. Even though I was just a kid and didn't understand how frightening her reality must of been. As a daughter I still want to make it all better. I feel guilt for never bonding with my mother, but I also feel blessed to have learned such valuable spiritual lessons. 

The harsh environment was a catalyst for my spiritual yearning. Rumi does remind us, "Severity polishes the soul." My soul is still being polished by the harshness of this world. And like Rumi, I liken my body as a guesthouse to all the sorrow, pain, joy, and love that enters it. 

Note to reader~ In my book, Stringing Beads: Making a Beautiful Life Moment by Moment, I recount my parents divorce. 

The Realm of Fantasy

The cause of pain is rooted in this world. All your desires take possession of your mind, speech, and actions. A million desires run through the mind. They have an Act 1, Act 2, Act 3 (beginning, middle, and end).

There is a place without noise, words, and duality- beyond this world the world of Unity, where there is no distinction between you and I. 

The speech of soul grows without letters. The soul's desire for expression creates an effect in the world of existence- where it can act out all of it's dreamings.

The Lover and The Beloved: The Worshipper

Up until my last breath I will be grieving in the depths of my soul. My cries may be in vain, but I would accomplish nothing by just lying still.

The Beloved prefers for me to moan, groan, and complain. How else am I to get the attention of his longing ear?

The memory of the Beloved torments the lover. The lover plays the game of worship. When the Beloved catches wind of the lover's state, he drops to his knees and forgets he is the one being worshipped and becomes the worshipper.

Seth- Your Inner Senses

Using your inner senses, you can perceive reality as it exists apart from the play and your role in it. In order to do this you must momentarily at least turn your attention away from the constant activity that is taking place - turn off the physical senses, as it were- and switch your attention to those events that have escaped you earlier.

Reference~ Seth Speaks

The Story of Sapphire and Arion: Arion's Eyes

Sapphire could feel the raw power of Arion's body in her closeness to him. She studied every inch of his body. She knew the thickness of his hands, the creases in his face when he smiled, and the pleasure she got from studying his form.

But there was one thing that troubled her. The one detail that she overlooked. Sapphire could not recall the color of his eyes. This bothered her deeply.

Sapphire was always too shy to look Arion directly in the eyes. Yet, it was those same eyes that struck her heart with lightning. Now she would give anything to peer into their abyss and be lost again inside of them.

Dream of Meeting Photographer

Photography by Paul Goble

From Journal Entry 6/26/2014

A guy gave me a blue classic car. I asked him why he gave it to me. He said he wants me to get excited and admire his work. I told him that in fact I do. It's just I have a deep sadness inside of me. I feel that I do understand how he feels- that he made something awesome and he wants others to admire it.

A few weeks ago, I crossed paths with a photographer. He loved my 1960 Buick and asked if I would pose on the car. I hesitantly did. I normally don't like my picture taken, for as the saying goes, "A picture reveals a thousand words." 
I do feel he captured my sadness. What I didn't know at the time was that a dream from almost two years ago, would foretell of my encounter with this man, and that through his lens he is able to capture my inner state.

The Lover and The Beloved: Remembrance Is The Key

The Lover's doubt grew over the years because of the Beloved's absence. The Beloved reminds the Lover, through the heart-opening, of His nearness.

"Do you know the meaning of self extinction? Did your form not disappear into the world without forms? Were you not intoxicated by the Beloved's wine? Remembrance is the key to my presence."

When the Beloved and the Lover escape the world of the five senses, they experience an expansion of being that is a restfulness and stillness- that only God, Himself, can reveal to the lovers.

Sapphire's Letter To Layla: Lend Me Your Ear

Dearest Layla-

You do not guard your thoughts well, for I know the ill thoughts you harbor towards me. What grounds is your vile opinion of me based upon? This only saddens me. I do understand your pain. Not only do I understand your pain, I feel it! 

For generosity's sake lend me your ear, so the hearts of our loved ones may heal. Oh, how I wish we could truly communicate with one another so we could dissolve both of our fears. We would feel better (all involved). A united party is a mercy from God!

Open your eyes! This is bigger than you and I. Don't you see? Don't let your jealousy blind you. You have a voice, so use it! Write down your feelings and give them form. Do you not see your worth? Do you not clearly see your role in your own life? And in mine? 

Silently I remain in the shadows and I smile in the face of adversity. Do not trust the smile I hide behind. My soul's distress remains hidden from a world deprived of salvation. Will you be my salvation? My water? Or will my tale remain in this world cloaked in mystery? 

Sincerely,

Sapphire