CARESSING GLANCES & FLEETING KISSES - II

THE COLD TOUCH OF STONE

But pardon me, why do I digress? I came here to spread beauty, health and inner glow! Why am I wandering? Let me get back to basics. Looking good, feeling great.

Visit, on my behest, any of the millions of monuments in the world made out to Love.

Love with longing, is Worship. Love without dissolving, is Worship. Squirming, writhing in the dirt at the feet of the Entity, is Worship.

Worship, as in losing oneself, is Love. Worship, as in dissolving, ceasing to exist independently, breathing in the Beloved, is Love. Worship, as in becoming the Blessed Dirt at the feet of the Beloved, is Love.

Worship is perfume; Love is fragrance. The one is applied, the other is exuded.

We are bombarded by sellers enticing us with perfumes having names like Naturelle, Macho, Dezire, Fantasy, Entice, Musk, Taboo, Aroma, Sweat, Appeal, Envy, Poison, and Life, and Love!

And we apply what we ought to exude! And if man is judge of man (metaphorically, as a species, not gender), no superficial trappings and put-ons can hide what we are on the inside, or show us off as what we are not.

Ah! Back to the monuments made to Love. Love of another human, love of animals, or animal deities, love of God. Mostly of stone, the most favoured being marble. Sometimes metals like gold.

But monuments of Love!

If you have been there, have you not felt the urge to run your fingers gently over the stone, press the palm of your hand to it with a fond pressure? Sometimes, for those who've had the opportunity, have you not put your cheek against the smooth surface of the cold stone and felt the warmth flowing into you? A time or two, one has even put one’s lips to the stone.

Think of it, try it. It is the magic of Love. Sometimes it is called the flow of Prana. If it is in the stone, be sure it dwells in you also, in humankind, the Greatest Monument of Love.