It is the first sip from a goblet that the gods have filled from the fountain of love. It is the boundary between a doubt that seduces and saddens the heart and a certitude that fills it with happiness. It is the opening line of the poem of spiritual life, the first chapter of the novel of astral man. It is the cord that binds the exile of the past to the splendor of the future. It unites the silence of the senses with their songs. It is a word spoken by four lips proclaiming the heart a throne, love a king, faithfulness a crown. It is a gentle touch telling how the fingers of the wind caressed the rose’s mouth, carrying away a long sigh of pleasure and a sweet and quiet moan. It is the beginning of magical tremblings that separate the lovers from the world of space and dimensions and carry them to the world of revelation and dreams. It joins the anemone to the pomegranate blossom, mingling their two scents to create a third soul.

If the first sight is like a seed sown by the gods in the field of the human heart, the first kiss tells of the first flower blossoming on the twigs of the tree of life’s first branch.

UNION

Now love begins to make poetry of life’s prose, to shape from past thoughts psalms to chant in the days and to sing in the nights. Now desire rips away the veils of doubt from the riddles of past years. From tufts of pleasure it weaves a happiness surpassed only by the happiness of the soul when she embraces her lord. Union is the linking of two divinities to produce a third upon the earth. It is two strong individuals standing shoulder to shoulder to oppose with their love the malice of a weak fate. It is the mingling of a yellow wine with scarlet to produce a golden draught, the color of the horizon as dawn breaks. It is the aversion of two spirits to aversion and the unity of two souls with unity. It is a golden circle formed by a chain whose first link is a glance and whose last is infinity. It is the falling of a limpid rain from a pure sky upon the holiness of nature, bringing forth the powers of blessed fields.

If the first glance from the face of the beloved is like a seed sown by love in the field of the heart, and the first kiss from two lips is like the first flower on the branch of life, union is the first fruit of the first flower of that seed.

THE QUEEN OF IMAGINATION

THE QUEEN OF IMAGINATION