Let it not be for man to squander the opportunity to love. Love is like a flower whose petals may wilt and whose stems may fall to the ground, yet whose fragrance lives on forever.
With such humility and virtue, he stands before a goddess. Though wounded by time and humanity, he is blessed to be wandering with a kindred who knows well his journey. They walk both together and alone on their way to wholeness, learning that those struggles they’ve endured have now made them strong to the task of seeing their light shine, in the way it must, born to light up the sky.
There is no fear in their space, despite the whirlwind that surrounds them. Embraced upon the sacred ground on which they stand, the voice of love sings Her lullaby, and the Universe conspires on their behalf with the passion of great creation. Out of the ashes have arisen two souls who have watched the world around them burn, yet are now alive to write a story all their own.
Like a flower, he has knelt in humble gratitude to inhale her essence. He has dropped his shield and sheathed his sword in favor of having untethered arms to embrace her. He’s wiped the dust from his lips to kiss her, and shaken the dried mud from his flesh as to not stain her soul. With the truth of a Stoic soul within him he does nothing but love this woman, and with the strength of a warrior he protects the sanctity of her fragrance with the life within him. Never has he basked in such a light as her, and never has a scent been so strong as to move him toward that place where the Sun will rise.
Like a mountain stream, she has bathed in him and tasted the life which flows freely within him. She floats about his space as he holds her firm, and she freely finds her shore when the earth calls out her name. When she thirsts he is her drink, and in her way she realizes that even a tortoise can run when the thirst becomes too great. Never before has she felt such a thirst, and never before has such a pureness filled her soul with love.
Despite what was, they live in what is, which will always lead to what will be. With great care for each other, and for themselves, they begin their story. The introduction over, each page turned will lead them to a masterful epilogue, for they realize that despite all of the stories they’ve once written that this is a story of their own.
“I once had a thousand desires. But in my one desire to know you all else melted away.” ― Rumi