Before he had possessed; before he had looked with lust, not knowing that lustful eyes turn the other into a statue–an object. It had been over since love was drowned in lust.
A new season brought with it a Beauty and in Her he lost himself with the word hello. Helpless, there was nothing left of the man, he wanted so much for her that he felt helpless in gifting the universe. Naked at heart, all he could do was to behold lovingly, admiring all the more innocently her soul. In time, through her grace, he also looked lovingly at the stripes of the tiger, the floating snowflake, and the sway of the samovar.
Gradually nothing more was left but emptiness, as his self vanished into love, Bliss engulfed the person. Only instinct remained, that of giving, surrender, of overflowing incessantly with no space to take.
He had loved her so, that she rose to uniqueness, to splendor, to her own fragrance unmatched by any other. Sometimes, in her garden, she would turn quickly to catch him looking lovingly, as if bewildered, drunk with fresh shades of beauty. In his look, she caught reflections of her Self, a Self unknown even to her.
That whole winter he floated in opera, staring at the fire, seeing her in the fire, himself on fire until one night saying a prayer, he looked to God and whispered, Lord only She is the Source of Bliss; in her I find you, so you must help me possess her forever.
When he awoke next, love was gone and so was she.
~ Kambiz Naficy
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