She is a woman of some, never before -or after- seen, power. Her thoughts and mind, her body and soul, but most of all the love. Not, per se, the love she has for me, but what I felt for her. For it is only my feelings I can be sure of. My feelings are the only thing that is real in this dream I call “life”. My feelings: the only thing that’s real.

Could the love I feel been created and placed in me from a higher power other than my own? Maybe it’s a feeling she gives to me, because of who she is. Perhaps it is a creation I make in the abyss of my own heart. In any case, the feeling is more powerful than death, more fragile than life.

She has some special way to hypnotize you as you lost yourself in her thoughts. Not only does she make me want to be the best, she makes me want to be a servant as well. Not to grovel or be weak; quite the opposite. Simply, to serve out of love and honor. And the honor is mine. Her mind encourages freedom and liberty. Freedom from the line of stagnant concentration, and liberty from the edicts established by society. She lives outside ‘the box’, most of the time. Living outside ‘the box’ but wishing for the strange freedom the ‘box’ provides.

I do not try to compete with the depth of another; meditation should have no competition. However, I strive to be able to understand the emotion behind the thoughts of others. Understanding the emotion someone has for the thoughts they have created, or adopted, or interpreted creates respect. She, and everyone for that matter, does what she deems just. Not necessarily right or wrong, but just. We all justify our actions. Hence, understanding the emotion behind that, one can gain respect for even the harshest of Tyrants.

Like many of the old souls, she provides a well of wisdom. It is difficult to find a person whose soul can match the depths of your own. Then once found, difficult to understand. For understanding yourself is true enlightenment, which so precious few have ever accomplished. Therefore, understanding a soul deep as your own would bring you to the doorstep of self-knowledge, or even the hallowed enlightenment. Like a block of marble can be formed into a beautiful sculpture, thoughts -once refined- could be works of art.

Now, once you have discovered the depth of the soul of another, if it be unequal, it is bearable to defeat the relationship. However, if it be equal, or even greater, there is little hope disarming that ruler. Perhaps because we may finally find the answer we seek in ourselves, in others. Maybe we have found it so difficult to look inward, we turn to find an easy answer. Perhaps, we can find what part we think is missing in our self, in the soul of someone else. The irony is: we are born whole and perfect. We contain every part of a perfect being. That answer just seems so much clearer looking into someone else’s eyes.

Let me not speak of her beauty for she is as pretty as a song. As many flaws as she may carry, they will forever be surpassed by her charm and charisma. People like her, and she likes that. When someone may show a sign of disdain towards her, she works wonders to change ebb of that tide.

Why do we find it necessary to fall (though we do not ‘fall’ into love? We chose very deliberately to place our hearts there. Even more importantly, we choose to leave it there, or steal it back.) into relationships? Why do we place people on pedestals throughout our life? I believe it contributes greatly towards a person’s moral and intellectual health to be brought into habits of companionship with individuals unlike themselves. Who care little for their pursuits, and whose sphere and abilities they must go out of themselves to appreciate. The confirmation of our true selves, the companionship of another, the knowledge gained and the belief that another can love us more than we love ourselves, are all major factors. When we are born, we need others so badly to survive. Without constant attention we would fall before the scythe of the Grim Reaper. At death we often fall into needing others care. Ability having escaped our now fragile body, we stand again in need of a loving soul to care for us. In the middle of life and death, it seems we need people most of all.

We are beautiful, we are whole. The truth is, we need others; they need us. We need to be more generous, more understanding, more loving. Our souls are so fragile, and we are so clumsy. It is with a lot of love that we all will move forward through the dark and dreary. “Take away love and our earth is a tomb.” -Robert Browning