The APIARY - Chapter I - LANDSCAPING: (Fragment) - V
THE APIARYChapter I:
LANDSCAPING
(Fragment)
V.
“As one unique among all the women I could find, thou art blessed one, woven by my dreams, in the weaving of Reality; and my living dream state seeking the path of one's heart, does not yet recognize your eyes, because I walk like a blind man, to look for you in the paths of this world, traveling with the speed of a thought, - in every woman I find on my way, I can distinguish thine bliss, as a reflection of what you are, noble Woman, among the others, - I can find your face in each of them, which I can look at: those blue eyes, like the waves of the sea on the shore, carrying to the one awaiting the tides to come and go, the ode of longing, bringing closer to this heart the horizon of distance, to look for the muse on the expansion of the sea mirroring the clearness of the sky, - the green eyes, like the lush plains blessed by the rain and the emerald hills, where the wind, the bard of the world, blesses the mysterious woods, - the black eyes, like the granite rocks at dusk telling chirpings to the pilgrims and the gushes of the springs that bring out the riches of the mountains, - the brown eyes, in their core being like the light of the dawn covered by the blessings of the nightingale...
I, although being a blind man, can clearly see you in each of them, for each of these women reflect thy bliss, - but their eyes are cloudy, murky, or dim into the light within reflection returning back to me, and I cannot see myself, looking at them fondly; each of them is looking for a dream, but my eyes cannot live their dream. I can't imagine you, blessed Woman, weaved in Reality, not even in one of those I look at fondly, because Imagination is very harmful...”
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- Shall be continued…
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