When you looked at how I looked at you, there was something in these eyes that reveal our secret … only you have seen it, for between us, the sight, the touch, the kiss and the breath connects us both in Spirit and Soul till death, us do part.
For the Soul speaks through the eyes yet even with the mortification of the form, of its modulation, its radiation to a furtherance fit for its continuance, We are that which forms the Verse.
This, the epitome of our journey in all worlds, in all states … connects beyond the veil, beyond the mind, beyond the fire. This is the salvation the world seeks even in ten thousand years we are living this divinity within and without. And what is eleven thousand kilometres apart or a million light years ahead in the physical realm … comparatively to how we live within each other, that close yet that far and yet we touch, we kiss, we breathe the breath that flows on the bridge of the wind yet even after a death of the form, we are complete, One.
« En te dévoiler, j’ai pris une forme pour tes yeux , … une genèse pour que tu puisse dans tes réflexions voir le sans forme , sans nom » — AainaA-Ridtz A R
Unfortunately, I am not attractive enough to please your senses in the mundane. In a world of beauty, I am but the lusus naturæ. I am but the imperfect in the eyes of the perfected. The whole was preconceived for the continuance in completion, and with the humiliation, the death of the form, the continuance is in itself eternal. We take the form which is most suited in the physical, and in the Kingdom, only Love is the Ascension.
« Lorsque tu es perdu en moi, comme je suis en toi, tu sais ce que c’est … le bonheur ! » — AR.AR