A quiet reading
When I look into your eyes, I see not the body, Not the shell you wear to navigate this world, But the soul that shines beneath, The eternal flame that flickers through lifetimes, Waiting to be seen, Waiting to be remembered.
What draws me to you is not lust, Not desire in its fleeting form, But a pull from the stars, A magnetic force that whispers, “We have danced before, you and I.” Our souls have circled in the cosmos, Have touched, have merged, Long before these bodies ever knew.
In you, I see myself, Not the surface reflection, But the deep, ancient self, The part of me that remembers, That recognizes the light behind your eyes. We are not meeting for the first time, We are reuniting.
So let us drop the pretense, Let us peel away the layers of this world, And meet not as strangers, But as old friends, As souls who have loved each other In a thousand different ways, In a thousand different lifetimes. Let us recognize one another Beyond the flesh, Beyond the mind, In the dance of souls that will never end.
Take a moment before choosing what comes next.
“When I look into your eyes,
I see not the body,
Not the shell you wear to navigate this world,
But the soul that shines beneath,”
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This curated edition is shared as personal artistic expression, not medical, financial or relationship advice. Sacred names and traditions are approached with respectful poetic or devotional context.
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