...From the diary of Maria - the main protagonist from the book The Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho
I have met a man and have fallen in love with him. I allowed myself to fall in love for one simple reason: I am not expecting anything to come of it. I know that, in three months' time I will be far away and he will be just a memory, but I could not stand living without love any longer; I had reached my limit.
I am writing a story for Ralf Hart - thats his name. I am not sure he will come back to the club where I work, but, for the first time in my life, that does not matter.
Its enough just enough to love him, to be with him in my thoughts and to color this lovely city with his steps, his words, his love. When I leave this country, it will have a face and a name and the memory of a fireplace. Everything else I experienced here, all the difficulties I had to overcome, will be as nothing compared to that memory. I would like to do for him what he did for me. I have been thinking about it a lot, and I realize that I did not go into cafe by chance; really important meetings are planned by the souls long before the bodies see each other.
Profound desire, true desire is the desire to be close to someone. From that point onwards, things change, the man and the woman come into play, but what happens before - that attraction that brought them together - is impossible to explain. It is untouched desire in its purest state.
When desire is still in this pure state, the man and the woman fall in love with life, they live each moment reverently, consiously always ready to celebrate the next belssing. When people feel like this, they are not in a hurry, they do not precipitate events with unthinking actions. They know that the inevitable will happen, that what is real always finds a way of revealing itself.
Really important meetings are planned by the souls long before the bodies see each other.
______________________________________________
I have met a man and have fallen in love with him. I allowed myself to fall in love for one simple reason: I am not expecting anything to come of it. I know that, in three months' time I will be far away and he will be just a memory, but I could not stand living without love any longer; I had reached my limit.
I am writing a story for Ralf Hart - thats his name. I am not sure he will come back to the club where I work, but, for the first time in my life, that does not matter.
Its enough just enough to love him, to be with him in my thoughts and to color this lovely city with his steps, his words, his love. When I leave this country, it will have a face and a name and the memory of a fireplace. Everything else I experienced here, all the difficulties I had to overcome, will be as nothing compared to that memory. I would like to do for him what he did for me. I have been thinking about it a lot, and I realize that I did not go into cafe by chance; really important meetings are planned by the souls long before the bodies see each other.
Generally speaking, these meetings occur when we reach a limit, when we need to die and be reborn emotionally. These meetings are waiting for us, but more often than not, we avoid them happening. If we are desperate, though, if we have nothing to lose, or if we are full of enthusiasm of life, then the the unknown reveals itself, and our unverse changes direction.
Everyone knows how to love, because we are all born with that gift. Some people have a natural talent for it, but the majority of us have to re-learn to remember how to love, and everyone, without exception needs to burn on the bonfire of past emotions, to relive certain joys and griefs, certain ups and owns, until they can see the connecting thread that exists behind each new encounter; because there is a connection thread.
And then our bodies learn to speak the language of soul, known as sex, and that is what I can give to the man who gave me back my soul, even though he has no idea how important he is to my life. That is what he asked me for and that is what he will have; I want him to be very happy....
Profound desire, true desire is the desire to be close to someone. From that point onwards, things change, the man and the woman come into play, but what happens before - that attraction that brought them together - is impossible to explain. It is untouched desire in its purest state.
When desire is still in this pure state, the man and the woman fall in love with life, they live each moment reverently, consiously always ready to celebrate the next belssing. When people feel like this, they are not in a hurry, they do not precipitate events with unthinking actions. They know that the inevitable will happen, that what is real always finds a way of revealing itself.
Really important meetings are planned by the souls long before the bodies see each other.
______________________________________________
No comments:
Post a Comment