I sit upon the rock of silent ages clothed with robes of scarlet white. There are golden salamanders that play at my feet while I place my true hearts intent before my master.
I have seen the bowl of reverberation where the follower’s immersed their self in the tone amplified and purified by the oneness of water.
While deep in the scarlet satin there are offerings for food and drink as well as prayer placed before the master’s feet.
Inside the rings of antiquity of a stags skill and grace was found a flower blooming as an angel’s face. Beauties abounding within wildlife and nature as the butterflies mark the spot of the song of the earthly point of entry deep in our virtues unseen.