He had been angry.
But then he laughed, and there was madness in his eyes, like magical swirling stars, spiralling through space.
He smiled more kindly, and calmness pervaded.
But then he laughed, and there was madness in his eyes, like magical swirling stars, spiralling through space.
He smiled more kindly, and calmness pervaded.
She had been lost in the darkness, dancing to the musical sound of Nature, aroused by its sensual beauty. But then the music had stopped, the energy was gone, and now there was nothing but her heavy breathing.
"I was watching you dance" he smiled again, more gently, but she could tell, though divine madness touched his soul, that he was amused.
"I was watching you dance" he smiled again, more gently, but she could tell, though divine madness touched his soul, that he was amused.
His eyes seem to penetrate hers, and she felt his gaze turn to her body. She felt his eyes on the exposed curve of her neck and her subtle face and suddenly through her mind flickered the image of the man, his hand taking hers, pulling her close and gently kissing her lustrous lips - she shuddered and blinked, breathing heavily, breaking his mesmerising stare. He smiled again and she sensed, as their eyes touched, that he knew she lusted for his strange tender touch.
"Shall we walk by the stars and stare lazily at the sky, for I am told it is a most grand sight, and I must tell you a short sad story" he thus spoke. And she nodded without voice, for his madness had touched her, stolen her words and replaced them with breathless space.
So they escaped together into the darkness of the night, and she felt the comfort of this strange man's hand in hers as they walked together through the devil's dark space. Until they entered a path into a plantation of pines, and though the trees disturbed him, still they were silent sentinels standing tall in the night, calling them, “Come to me, come to me, come to humanity ...”
"Let us lie in soft scented pine leaves and watch the cosmos dance" he spoke seriously and she sensed that he was somehow disturbed by his own thoughts.
"For you know that you have added the essence to the, and their burning beauty resides within" he said softly, and he sensed the shimmering stars in her eyes.
"But now I must tell you a story of this space, this nature that you love. For while these trees have beauty, they do not belong" And she sensed the heaviness of his voice, and the burden that he carried.
"For once, long ago, people like you came to this place, and they danced and celebrated in nature's beauty, and they thought it was for them to consume for their pleasure."
"And so they consumed, without thought for the future and knowledge of the past, in joyful blissful ignorance they consumed, until at last there was nothing left."
"And then they left, and the machines came, and the plantations came, the noise of factories, until nature finally died" and tears blurred his stars, distorting the world he now saw so clearly.
"So it is true, as you say, my once startling cape of kindness and gentleness and compassion is full of holes and torn at the shoulder. For I can no longer live with those who consume without thought, who destroy with their ignorance, and dare chide me for clinging to my broken humour"
What strange simplification and falsification mankind lives in! One can never cease to marvel once one has acquired eyes for the marvel. How he makes every thing around him bright and free and easy and simple!
"I must leave you now, for I have serious work to do, dangerous and it requires a brutal mind. It is not a work for one so young who wishes only pleasure and lightness, without consequent or thought"
"Perhaps one day you will come too, follow to begin, and learn and help, and one day lead. I cannot say. But it is no longer a game to me, for the world I love is dying"
And he cried as he walked through the darkness of night, but still his eyes burned brightly, watching the stars, his lonely friends, in their endless cosmic dance...
He murmured silently,
“Gradually the poisoned fabric dissolves, and I feel
the fresh morning air caressing my closed eyelids.
But by nightfall my obsession would rouse itself once more,
and thousands of ants would crawl across my lips;
the mirror showed me bursting with health,
but a hidden disease was rotting the marrow in my very bones.
My face sometimes looks so vacant, so expressionless.
At times all my endeavours seem vanity,
Happiness becomes a false lure, and the world wears a
Mocking, illusory mask of Nothingness.
Misfortune and misery has erupted into the world,
Philosophy and literature have become as essential to
Me as the very air I breathe.”
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