He & She Pt.2

Similarly, he found himself reaching out, not with his out stretched arm (though he would have had she lived closer) but with his heart, soul, his very being – his everything. He reached not just for her but for the eternal power that they had channeled together through their relationship. The power behind all love; the unnamable source behind that first spark felt within the depths of two lover’s souls. But it is the two lovers who must nurture the spark to transform it into a flame. They must both nurture it each and every day in order to grow it. One lover cannot keep the flame alive alone; its light will fade and its touch likely to sting.

But, to those whom endure the quest of love, they will receive the gift of life as well. They find that love cannot ever be truly stripped away from the context of life or life from love. It is as if these two concepts float suspended as two separate entities in our minds but are truly interwoven together by the ethereal threads of time.

It is love that is what moves life and time which records it. There was never a separation between love and life, just as one cannot discuss the nature of light without indirectly, and simultaneously describing the mechanisms behind all of life.

But describing a machine by its mechanisms may tell you about this function, but if won’t reveal what is experienced by the machine.

He & She

He sat. He sat and he thought about the issues that concerned him – the issues he cared deeply about. And, for him, he could not see past her. The blinding luminosity that was her in his mind.

The moments and events of his life seemed to circle around her at the center – timeless and still. It was not just around her though, but his love for her and, moreover, his love of Love.

His love that provided him with the knowledge that true security, safety, warmth and comfort does exist. He craved this. He craved these feelings, always. He craved this love because he craved immortality. He craved love because he knew that it could transcend the grave – he knew this because he had witnessed it himself.

He had died many times during his single lifetime. When cycles of self were altered or fundamentally destroyed, he began to drift – floating from thought to thought never being anchored down. What made him, him was called into question – even his very existence…especially his very existence.

This was all true before he met her. Once she entered his life, there was something sturdy to hold on to – a point to be grounded and attached. This was a solid footing that only grew in strength, power and depth by the passing of each day.

The roots of love never stop. They are never finished in their expansion; for love does not retreat. Love does not diminish – love expands ceaselessly.

Internal Polarity

I live in a fight between my rationality and my emotionality.

My rationality knows quite well that these next two months are quite necessary not only for the development of our relationship, but also for further discovery of our own selves.

I know this time is necessary so that we do not rush through the initial stages of a relationship.

And the paradox is that by not rushing everything becomes more meaningful: I savor every minute I spend with her and my feelings are being opened to a whole new level of perceptional experience. But nevertheless, I want to rush!

This is where my emotionality comes into play. Though it is all well and good that this thing called “time” and this virtue called “patience” are necessary to derive the pleasurable feeling I feel when I am with her; I nonetheless wish I could spend every moment with her, right now.

I know that isn’t the right answer, nor does it have a remote possibility of happening. But I cannot quell these feelings. They feel just as true as my rationality.

But in the end what I need is balance accompanied by patience. I do need to see her, and in time the duration of our time spent together will too expand. Yet, I also need to live this chapter in my life for the chapter that it is. For after all, this point in my life cannot be anything other than what it is.

The scene is set and the characters in motion. I relinquish control and simply play my part. The next scene will arrive when and where it is meant to, but, until then, it  is necessary to continue onward.