Love of a kind

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The hour is late and consumed now seem the thousands of words that have been spoken out, prior to this moment where parting from each other looks inevitable.
And whilst efforts were requested from both sides, in truth, the scales were never even. For they were always being pulled down in your favor by the many scars you carry with you and which the surface of your body fatefully attests for, if one cares to consider.

What a silly little girl she now seems to be, when she recalls how far she followed you and ultimately how little more she is now left with.

For with you, she was prepared to go to placeless places she had never been. For you, she had willingly opened her heart like a child who flies the kite for the first time. And by you, she stood and would continue doing so, like the misunderstood Viking angel warrior you would one day comprehend, or so she thought…

And yet if not her, then, did she righteously asked herself, who ever will?

Who will ever want to know you, once you unleash your darkest secrets? And be sure to know that in this life, you will inevitably have to share them all, if you ever wish to pretend to ‘true love’.
She did. she followed without ever turning her back and like the unknown hero of something that was much bigger than her at the time, she dared to face a truth that was ever so dark and that would inexorably make millions tremble. The sort of truth she could have never forecasted when the journey began and with it, ‘the all or nothing’ as she once claimed.

Who will ever want to stay with you, once they meet your inner demons?
And be sure they will…
She did. She fought and She fought, and She fought even more without ever tiring, as long as there was hope. For, with certainty, hope is one of her core light, if only you had spared little time knowing her inner self more. And so, changes happened, and hope was served well, for most of your monsters disappeared with time. All, except the last one. A nameless old inner battle of yours that would always come out faster than the speed of light, once unleashed. But first and foremost, a last torment which only you could deal with and in the harshest possible way, so it disappears forever more.

But a sadder truth is if the story of you both was to ever to be told, undoubtedly, most people would recall the deeds and choice of hers, a true and noble act of love. You never did. Proving your points and arguments fueled by that inner torment of yours, was always more important than whatever battle you both had won. As if small details mattered more than whatever beautiful things you both had accomplished within the macro of your voyage.

And so, it is that old inner Judas of yours who will have won over her and a final stroke that shook her enough to put her on the ground. And despite the tears that followed and the pain within and the words of hopelessness which were thrown at you and which many men would have recognized to be a call for the ultimate fight for love this journey must have so far, you simply ignored her. You turned and fled. And with this concluding act, you turned off her light.

As the sun now sets, this final moment begs to ask the ultimate question as to why did you not simply left her to be before you bonded with her ? And where is the soundness in wanting a person so hard, for so long and by day but also sometimes by night and once you have gained her love, her trust and some of her power she so freely gives you, to do so little to cherish it and keep it like a life treasure?

In the grander scheme of things, she also wishes to say to you there is no point in this life of yours which you have filled with hundreds of people, women and experience, if when faced to one solid and true human experience, you act as if you had lived seclusively in a cave for most of your living. And would it not make more sense that, throughout all the stories that you have touched and accumulated, including your own, you be the quintessence of the best humans have to offer while we still live ?

In this realm of ours, the universe still freely gives second chances to specie like you. And yet, what is to become of our world, if people no longer want to play along and be the key players, hence the givers of such chances, for the hurt is too great?

Like you, in this life, she has seen much and with it, she has felt even more, henceforth be sure that she shall heal. But also know that instead of having been the crucial one that would powerfully contribute to her body and soul and ultimately conquer it all, she shall now remember you merely as the one who let it go. Instead of embracing the person that she was, you tried to shut it down and you hurt it in ways that are forbidden for species like herself.
For truthfully, you were indeed her vulnerably since the day she decided to live this epic story till the end and a better one, as she hoped for. But it is also a weakness she shall never regret having given you, for this is the only way love will ever be able to create a magnus opus between two people, if it is so written. Be it now and forever and amen to it all !

Sophie Parou
Freelance writer

Candor about love

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In the affairs of pure love between two human entities, all known rules and particularly concerning the ripping of their fruits, which they say, shall only be attained and labored by time, bears no legitimacy. For in truth, only but the very first nature of the feelings, which are contained within the sand glass, truly carry any significance. And when time and space can sometimes witness a growing love, they are undeniably not the prerequisite of an ever-long-lasting true devotion. And so, when some can spend an entire life nourishing and working effortlessly, so as to reach the climax of a ‘once upon a time’ initial felt love, for other luckier, yet, perhaps rarer species of our days, they will live to see such apogee within the beat of the very first moment that is now. The true encounter of love in its purest form and all its associated empathy. And like the auspicious passengers onboard a fast train that seemingly flies at the speed of light, leaving behind a tail of a thousand starlight dust, it appears no matter what places they wish to reach, the devotion they carry for one another will always decisively conquers any and all prior destination they had so desired.
And thus, within the veracity of higher emotions, these Romeo and Juliet, the twin flames of our plane and sporadic soul mates, such are the few names they go by, truly arise as the true masters of love.
A logical and pragmatic certainty which will constantly stand in the face of all. Even if sadly, a few years have gone by till one finally hears the inner voice which never left its side when it was saying and is still saying ’it is either the all or nothing and alas, no half measures shall be permissible within this misunderstood though, divine, universal sphere’.

Sophie Parou

Free writer

 

Octobria moon

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As I watch this new moon of October attaining its half course before its cosmos purpose eventually reaches its final destination and the awoken ones feel its blessing, I recollect my thoughts and remember. Today, across the distance of five kilometers from one another, which is our current reality, you told me the elders whom I pushed you to reconciled with, spoke and said ‘ you are the watcher, my son and though this comes as a gift from the universe, be aware, for such aptitude will equally bring its hardship when you understand, and you must now. For the price of silence shall always be the fruit you bear for the truth your eyes only can see’.

And so, if this double sword reality of yours has now become a permanent one, I righteously ask myself what of my name and role within this equation of ours? I am the white avatar sent to you to unleash and activate the second part of your life? I am the Delphi that plays its role till all crosswords meet and your destination is reached or perhaps is it that your destination was also always mine to be?  I am the fastest one of both spirits as we know it, that shall ironically have to continuously slow you down for the absorbing of what you feel and see is too overwhelming ? Or perhaps in the end, I am ultimately the once born small queen that had the power to ground a Hamza of our time and an all eye seeing?

The future is ours to be or not to be….

And though in this late hour, I still do not know my true name, I shall accept and choose to be whatever the universe has intended for me to be and throughout what transpires of us and the love that materializes from us, if only for the greater purpose of humanity and those that deserve to see and live it.

Sophie Parou

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Constantia et virtute

Whilst I am now at a pause and am flying above the macro of what we are, I can clearly see that am facing the constant of my own self, whilst being entangled in the constant self  of yours which I tapped in and disturbed, some many days and hours behind.

Was it the ‘Avatar’ invisible name which I bear within me that could not resist the temptation of seeing a sleepy warrior at rest or was it the perhaps latter coupled with an even greater ‘maktoob’ I have yet understood ?

Henceforth, two constancies are now looking at each other, facing and dancing with each other and whilst this could go on for a while, the constant of me that envelops everything that I AM and which withstands for its own  equilibrium and necessary grounding into this plane of life we have been given has now began to be speak to me loudly. The voice of Sofia that sits in the kingdom of wisdom and which you can never ignore when you have chosen your side and which I, for one, could furthermore never deny bearing a name like mine…

This all or nothing within the two species that we are, perhaps has a louder voice in mine for it is now calling on me to claim its righteous place within the equation and constant that you are. When the greatest God given feeling is being met, it should be fully embraced and so I try. But I also think when the universe created this heavenly sentiment and  created with it, humanity as its recipient, it inevitably knew  that as time would pass by in our Anima Mundi, fewer of us would truly feel and embrace it in all its mystery, beauty and given power. Are you one of them, the voice asks ?  Or are you just a wanderer who almost lost his soul once and still is trying to walk back onto his path 7 ? Was I merely but the candle that spread light onto you and you the mirror that reflect it ?

To be continued….

Sophie Parou

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The birth of Hamza…

WhatsApp Image 2019-09-19 at 11.59.14 copyLike a warrior who never understood the opposite sides of his godly powers and repeatedly misuses the darker shades of them within the outer life, time after time, till guilt can no longer sustain his own actions, you once wanted to die.

And so, even though once the act of dying is truly wished for and certainly takes a shorter time for a man to exit from this plane that the way he first came into it upon his birth, instead, you went to a place where very few men ever return from. That nameless dwelling in between life and death where the clock no longer matters, and only inner demons are fought hard with. And so, you struggled again and again, and you died within so many splits of seconds only to be reborn in the next!

Till a new day came and whilst it felt like you had reached  the end of the mad spin and whatever men choose at the end of this road, you finally gave in and accepted to live this one way ticket you had once been given and  the universe had equally made it clear it would not make you surrender so easily. And so, you climbed back your way out and as you came back to the white and bright side of what some call, the polarity line, you discovered a whole new spiritual side to this same life you hated so long ago. And you started wanted to fly, fly high into that unfamiliar world that felt like a pair of new wings that came with the discovery. And you cleaned your soul and like a child who is blooming into life and all of its fantastic discoveries, you’ve started wanting things, many things and perhaps even a little too much of it. Though, in truth, the universe will never cease giving to those who ask and ask, you can, for that same universe has so much to give.

And so, be it, be then, like the phoenix who was reborn from ashes, you were once again into life and on the way to discover all of its hidden godly mysteries.  And yet, one day, whilst sitting on that favorite new bench of yours that faced your favorite new sea that belonged to your brand-new life, visions of something even more grandeur and majesty came to you. A vision of bond and love. Was the universe playing tricks on you again ? For after all, had you not  made a promise to forbidden yourself from the pleasure of the flesh for as long as you could bare it and only the same universe all knew too well that indeed, you can bare plenty !

And so the vision turned into reality and the reality became yours to live. And the same man you  once forbid yourself to ever become again with all its intricated sides you fell to control,  eventually came back into life.

And this was the beginning …

Sophie Parou

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