Captured in Her Founder's Heart

The moment in which she found herself breathing was captured in her founder's heart. He had time to design her further. He could see her, beautiful and bold. Beyond perfection. 'Perfection' was just a way to describe his creation. It was not a must. More applicable would be, the word 'complete'. He was in love with the thought of her. He could think her. Felt her. So closely. She trusted him. His ways. She wanted to be with her founder. Whenever he would consider doing something else, she gently moved his creative side.

They wanted to make love. In the moment. Like lovebirds. Flying high. He was attracted to her, cherished her deeply  and she was madly in love with him. Creation and creatures dancing together. Patiently she waited for him. To add layers and more to his idea of who she was. He expressed her gently. She observed him with devotion. He gave her a stylish look. Caressing her ears. It made her feel wanted. He had eyes for detail. Even her make up was done with full attention.

He received a call and started to talk to the living being on the other side of the line. A conversation that went on for hours and hours. So much to talk about. Laughter, exchange, bliss. Meanwhile she stretched her feet. Relaxed. In tune with the moment. She loved being captured by him and his heart. She listened to his words and his tone. All of his words and all sounds related to his tone. He revealed a lot about himself. Artist. Designer. She was his muse. He looked at her. In his heart. Found her listening to him. He felt goose bumps.   

The day turned into the night. The sun gave birth to the moon. She left the space where he was sitting. Reflecting on his work of art. She started to dance in the light of the moon. Slowly. Feet engaging in carefully chosen pieces of graceful steps. When they touched the floor, he felt every single bit of wonder. Wonder over such a special creature that decided to spend her time with him. She wanted to be his creation. That made all the difference. Music. Maestro. He got the message. Turned the bass up.

The conversation earlier that day was inspiring. He remembered every word of it. A long forgotten friend sharing experiences and demonstrating what she learned along the journey. He admired that in people. Life was like diving into a river, uniting with the water. Becoming one. Observing the small talk and the big discussions. Putting no filter on. To discover the essential truth. Finding new insights like new landscapes. Every happening a blessing in disguise. Acceptance for all. All for acceptance.

Being captured, yet she felt free. Free to be herself. He touched her softly with his soul. Her soul radiated sunshine. The lovebirds escaped in the night. The moon gave them guidance. The friends' conversation echoed a bit further. Giving a meaning to the ones that had a role in that part. Her eyes were shining. Like stunning stars that realize that they are stars. They don't have to prove it. They just are. His eyes mingled with hers. One direction. Long hair detached. The wind blowing. Ensuring that every detail was in sync with the founder's heart. 

Being unconditionally free is what drove them to each other. Unexplainable. Yet true. He was the founder, she was his creation. A formula that worked out fine. Soul language spoken. Deeply moved. He closed his eyes to listen to her heartbeat. The moment was selected. With special care. The words could listen to themselves - exception to the rule - and could decide upon their own meaning. Meaningful. The unfolding. Moon, stars and universe all in one. Creation created creatures. Captured. Ultimately. Forever evolving. Into more. 

By Liesbeth Leysen