he saw her.
she sat, tossed her hair, began to read.
he attempted to keep reading, but found his eyes drawn to this woman.
her clothes were neither tight nor revealing, yet appealing.
she seemed focused, but her face was turned towards his, while her eyes were focused on pages. turned towards his, exactly. if she looked up, they would be looking directly at each other. yet he "felt" like they were looking at each other...he at her with his eyes, she at him, with her spirit....
he felt...drawn...to look...to approach...to pursue.
what was he to do?
no one watching would know how he felt, or what she did, if she did anything.
it was in the air and in their minds...or was it just in his mind?
he must find out.
he wrote a short poem, a gift, giving her his impression of her.
the gift we all want at times: to know how others perceive and experience us.
he sat in front of her and said, "pardon me."
she looked up, seeming slightly surprised, but not offended or bothered.
he passed the words to her.
she smiled.
"that's very sweet.....that's very sweet." she said as she smiled.
"thank you," he said, and then left.
no introduction.
no seduction.
no preparation for future connection or relation. he planned to never see her again.
he found his intuition seemed true. he felt drawn and responded, and her response seemed to confirm his inner witness. there was "something" in the air, something there...between her and him.
but what was it?
why did he feel he could not look away?
why did he feel he HAD to break away from her power?
she just...sat there...
but he "felt" a pull...and try as he might, he kept looking, then looking away
even the sun does not persuade as she did. it blinds, but does not force or coerce.
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possibilities
1. it was all in his head. he WANTED to THINK she drew him, but really she did NOTHING but sit and read and think.
2. it was not all in his head. she expressed in her demeanor and dress an openness...a connectedness to those who would see her beauty attentively...but there was only one...only him, who COULD see her as she was at that time...him, and her, her face towards his, her in view of him and only him at that time...of all the places she could have sat, why there...anywhere but there. he left abruptly and sat where he could not see...and the pull ceased. when he first sat to read, she was not there yet....on the contrary, there were three who sat in her place, three men. his mind was on his books, not on looks or impressions or women...then she came in.
3. neither he nor she created this reality. she did not intend to draw him, he did not intend to be drawn to her...but they were.
4. it was in her head and not his head instead...she saw him when she walked in and sat where it was an impossibility to NOT see her beauty. she did what some women skillfully can...draw a man without a word or deed that could proven in a court of law! he saw her as she intended him to.
but the key is liberty verses irresistibility, God or satan's beauty......
(click here to read part 3....)
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