Love itself is what is left over when being in love has
burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Love is having
roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom
have fallen from our branches we find that we are one tree and not two.
"Love is the beauty of the soul." --St. Augustine
That everlasting bliss that seems to connect and make us
one, in a relationship as it unfolds and as the newness arrives, all of that
passion and bliss, all of that not getting to be around each other enough and
simply wanting to be around each other all of the time, to be with each other,
to be within each other and touching each other none stop. When she is seen
it’s like just wanting to take her at that moment, wanting to do all and everything
to her and never wanting to stop. Wanting to just have her as one would a delectable
meal which is there for the devouring. All of these feelings, they seem as if
it’s the reason you breath, it’s the reason you do anything; so that you may
have her forever and ever, it’s like a high that can’t truly be explained. But
then as the clouds of your lust begin to subside something else occurs that you
just may not have been expecting.
She is still who she is but something has changed, that
touch, it’s something that I’ve had so many times already. It’s starting to
feel like a meal that I simply am getting sick of because I eat it every damn
day. Her voice, that sound which at one time was like a heavenly instrument is
starting to sound like a song that I’ve heard on the radio one time too many.
It still sounds nice but it just isn’t the same as it was when I first heard
it. Her touch, her smell, her presence, these aren’t things that I lust for as
I once did because I am accustom to them. It is feeling like a car that was
once new but now is just a car; that new car smell has vanished along with that
new feeling of it all. It’s simply just the same old thing that I am use to and
I have seen every day. Is the lust gone and is it done? Am I ready to move on
to something new so that I may gain that feeling back that I once had? That
feeling that felt as if I could never get enough? Is this it or am I on the
road to something that I in fact have never felt or witnessed before?
But now something new has been revealed. It’s like a new
beauty has been released and with this, it is something more permanent then
what I witnessed before bare nude for me to bask in; this new light with its
warmth and comfort for me to bask in is the shine which emanates from her soul.
This is something that is even more euphoric then the passion, more
breathtaking then the beauty and more intimate then that new touch. This is
what it is about, the beauty of the soul and once this buried treasure is
discovered a newness that can never be run down is born and a new passion has
manifests itself to my light and my life. The beauty of the soul is what it is
about and until it’s discovered no matter how much passion there was I will
never know what this thing call love with another truly is. Don’t give up or
give in simply because it’s feeling and gets familiar, now is your time and now
is your chance. Open up your eyes so that you may see that beauty of the soul
and once it is discovered that temporary passion that you felt in the beginning
will seem like a distant child’s play thing and you won’t ever want to go back.
Live, love and allow the beauty of the soul to show you what you thought might
have been something that is no more. The beauty of the soul is there and now it
is time to gaze, look upon it and discover the real and true treasure of this
thing called love within your love and within this shining light which you have
discovered so that it may stay and strengthen that joyous part of your life.
Namaste
