".............. my love, listen to me", he says as he grabs me with both arms and looks intently into my eyes. I listen.
"if you give me your body, I will love you, I am ever by your side. If you do not give me your body, I will love you, and be ever by your side. Nothing changes.
"I love YOU....'you' meaning, your spirit, your soul that is my soul. And your heart and your mind. YOU are the other half of me. Your body is not 'you', your spirit and soul is you and it is that which I love, have always loved. I loved YOU before you became of flesh and I will love you after. Our Soul is One. And though my heart is inside of me, it belongs to you.
Look at you!...you cry so!"
He watches me for several moments as the tears of deepest gratitude are falling from pools of unshed tears.
"I am sorry" he says.
"No dont be sorry!" I shake my head, but I know he is being empathic and feeling everything I am feeling within his own body.
"I know. I'm empathic too - I feel you. I know it is not that I hurt you, but you cry for never having heard words of love from a man before, and it is this that makes me sorry. That in all these years no words of love have been spoken truly to you. For this I am truly sorry, for you should have been hearing them from the moment you were born. Our separation has pained us both, but now we are here and I love you as a true man, from my heart and soul, not from the flesh. For what would it be if you had fallen sick and no ability to use your body? Would I leave you or stop loving ? This is not love! I can't even speak now the words to describe what such a one as that truly is for I am speaking now words of love to you and will not utter anything less. But it is no man who does such things and it is no love.
"You and I are one Soul, before time and after, before the flesh and after. We shall be as the doves who pair for life, and fly forever. Truth be told all this talk of 'you' and 'me', is lacking in appropriateness, for to me, in my heart, there is no 'you' and 'me', only us. Language is so tiring.
He says sadly,"You cry still". "Let it out. Cry it out so you may liberate yourself of the pain, so I too no longer feel it with you, and in your lightness thereafter we are truly free to fly.
"Come.....let me hold you, be with me by my side until you are done. I am ever by your side."
He holds me to him and caresses my hair. He breathes with me, and when we are synchronized, he walks me to our bedchamber to do just as he said....hold me until I truly released all the previous pain. He cares so ! And my heart is like to burst in wanting to be one with his. We lie together. He holding me with both arms, and I with my face on his chest, his soft flaxen linen shirt soaking up my tears. Tears shed from a lifetime, tears that are both mine and every womans. He is feeling it all. He continues.......
"My soul," he says. "Know that a true man loves from his heart, not his flesh. The flesh knows nothing of love - only the heart. Bodily pleasure is temporary and temporal. And though I could not be more pleased with your face and your body's grace, my spirit knows your spirit best and loves this the most. It is your love that I want the most".
Time has ceased. We lie in a space of no time - it is an eternal moment - it feels like forever is here with us both in this one place we occupy.
Nothing else exists.
We are One.
God is Here.