the eyes

17.11.2025

S: A look for a look. Eyes into eyes. Two gazes becoming one.

A: What about it?

S: She searches for who I am. I search for what she is.

A: How do you know what she sees?

S: Who can know everything? And yet we look. The heart searches.

A: What is this one that you search for?

S: She is sympathy. She is compassion. She is connection to this life.

A: Your look is a hunger for life?

S: I look at the colours in her eyes. At the blackness in the centres. The eyes are the crowns of the face, the universe in a face…

A: Can everything be in an eye? Can anything be in an eye?

S: The look is effort in this life. My great grandfather was a saint and they say a power fell from his blue eyes. Those blue eyes that have been gifted to me from India. With all my power, with all my masculine energy, I look into her eyes. Looking for the gaze of the Goddess in return, the divine feminine. Shakti. Power itself.

A: The eyes are twin sisters.

S: When you look with desire, the looks of desire become twins. They become magnets. They become magic.

A: You have learnt hypnosis.

S: The enchantress has taught it to me.