Guest guest Posted February 22, 2004 Report Share Posted February 22, 2004 The Wings of a Swami I have been chasing Swami around with my mental butterfly net for far too long. He is achingly beautiful and I do what I can to capture him so that I can get a closer look. You are saying, "What do you mean...achingly beautiful. Are you referring to his skinny ankles or one of his sparse hairs?" Of course not. Swami's beauty arises from somewhere that I have never been. It is as much a scent as anything. It causes me to stop and look at him from the corner of my heart. He may be standing at the kitchen counter mixing dough or just sitting quietly in front of the fire. He knows that he does this to me and he laughs. "Swami," I said, "why is it that you aggravate me and activate my heart chakra at the same time?" "Never question love," he shot back, almost angrily. As if to stress his meaning, he spun around and looked at me full in the face. I looked back and the spell was broken. Now I saw what he meant. Something had evaporated and it wasn't vanilla. It was....an imperceptible movement between us. I had done this...had broken a delicate cobweb spun of faith. Dagnabbit. I put the kettle on and sat waiting for it to whistle. Swami took off his apron and washed his hands. He came over to me and took both of my hands in his. He turned them palms up and kissed each one. I wondered. This was not in Swami's usual repertoire. I said nothing. The moment remained. Vicki Woodyard http://www.bobwoodyard.com Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 22, 2004 Report Share Posted February 22, 2004 Jai SwamiZji :-) - skiplaurel Sunday, February 22, 2004 7:43 PM The Wings of a Swami--For Lady Joyce and Durga The Wings of a SwamiI have been chasing Swami around with my mental butterfly net for far too long. He is achingly beautiful and I do what I can to capture him so that I can get a closer look. You are saying, "What do you mean...achingly beautiful. Are you referring to his skinny ankles or one of his sparse hairs?" Of course not.Swami's beauty arises from somewhere that I have never been. It is as much a scent as anything. It causes me to stop and look at him from the corner of my heart. He may be standing at the kitchen counter mixing dough or just sitting quietly in front of the fire. He knows that he does this to me and he laughs."Swami," I said, "why is it that you aggravate me and activate my heart chakra at the same time?" "Never question love," he shot back, almost angrily. As if to stress his meaning, he spun around and looked at me full in the face. I looked back and the spell was broken. Now I saw what he meant. Something had evaporated and it wasn't vanilla. It was....an imperceptible movement between us. I had done this...had broken a delicate cobweb spun of faith. Dagnabbit.I put the kettle on and sat waiting for it to whistle. Swami took off his apron and washed his hands. He came over to me and took both of my hands in his. He turned them palms up and kissed each one. I wondered. This was not in Swami's usual repertoire.I said nothing. The moment remained.Vicki Woodyardhttp://www.bobwoodyard.com Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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