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The world in your eyes

You amazing being. I love you.

Somehow I must have always known you. I must have – even before our visit to this earth. Since KNOWING you just feels right. And hear this: You are amazing. You are breath-taking to me. I feel so honored knowing you. And more than that: I feel RIGHT knowing you. I feel REAL knowing you. Do you know how truely amazing it looks when you open your eye-lids for the first time in the morning and cast your gaze upon the world? You seem to lighten up the world with your eyes. Even more: The world becomes more real when you look at it. This moment is so special. As if a new world is born to me.

I cannot stop describing how beautiful these eyes of yours are: These beautiful gateways to your soul. I look into your eyes and I start feeling you, seeing you, breathing you. And the longer I look the more I become engulfed by the sensation of you. Your essence flows and burns around me. I so much want to touch you, want to touch you, you, you.

Oh you beautiful being. Do you know your eyes sing like music when they shine? The universe in your eyes. The sweet, sweet, sweet tune. Everywhere, in everything. Can you taste it? The sweetness, I mean.

Your eyes are worlds to me. Worlds that I enjoy so much.

Beloved sweetheart, bless me with the world of your eyes. Let me see.
Blessed be this world, blessed be this moment, blessed be you and me.
I love you my lover of my body and soul.
I love you my dear friend and companion.

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When the wise and lonely Sagarnath walked the slopes of the town of Latiram, in the dusk of a mild autumn day he came across a creek. In the shadow of a bamboo grove the creek flowed towards his hometown. After a moment of silent contemplation Sagarnath aimlessly started ambling in the opposite direction beside the purling water upwards through the hills in the evening dusk. When night began to settle, the black sillouette of a small hut appeared against the dark violet sky. The hut had been erected just next to the little creek. he could make out the outline of a person: Leaning with the back against the wooden wall of the hut, the feet dangling in the water. From the distance there was no way of telling if the sitting figure was a man or a woman.

But as he slowly approached he could hear the tuneless humming of a female voice. „Good Evening, dear sister. I am Sagarnath from the town of Latiram. May this wonderful night be a blessing upon your soul.“ Abruptly the humming had stopped. Still the woman had not moved. In the thickening darkness Sagarnath could not make out the facial features of the woman before him. For a while both were silent – only the purling of the water carrassed their ears and souls. Then the humming started again. Sagarnath sat down a few meters away looking at the stars above him. Both figures sat like that. None moved. Sagarnath felt a deep sense of peace flowing into his soul. The humming seemed to resonate somewhere deep inside him. After a while a tear rolled down his cheek.
Then the woman spoke: „Be greeted dear Sagarnath. I am Anita from the village of Kalimpur. Did you hear the mooing just now – that is the cow of my family. Our village is just behind that slope over there.“ Sagarnath did not answer, so the two of them were silent again. Anita started her humming, but this time a simple tune emerged from her lips. The stars shone, the water purled, a soft breeze caressed the hair of the two, once again the distant sound of the cow mooing was heard. After a long while another tear rolled down Sagarnath’s cheek. „Anita“, he spoke with a soft voice, „I have been roaming these hills for all my life, but until now I have never come across you, your creek, your hut and your village. I have never been looking for you, but now I have found you. This night is my blessing. I have never seen this night before.“
The two floated back into silence. One moment flowed into another till everything merged into one.

Later when a thin strip of light began growing behind their backs on the eastern horizon – warning of the dawn to come – Sagarnath stood up, a gentle smile on his lips. He turned towards his hometown and slowly let his steps lead him home.

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The little prince and the fox

The fox has been moving my heart since I first read the story. I think I love the fox more than anything.

“When the fox met the little prince and when the little prince met the fox:”


“My life is very monotonous,” the fox said. “I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . .”

[…]“One only understands the things that one tames,” said the fox. “Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me . . .”


The next day the little prince came back.

“It would have been better to come back at the same hour,” said the fox. “If, for example, you come at four o’clock in the afternoon, then at three o’clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o’clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you . . . One must observe the proper rites . . .”

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near–

“Ah,” said the fox, “I shall cry.”

“It is your own fault,” said the little prince. “I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . .”

“Yes, that is so,” said the fox.

“But now you are going to cry!” said the little prince.

“Yes, that is so,” said the fox.

“Then it has done you no good at all!”

“It has done me good,” said the fox, “because of the color of the wheat fields.”

There is definitely a fox inside my heart.
I love the fox.

Read the whole chapter here

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