Lovestoned.

He was carving a precious image in his mind. Every detail taken into consideration. A true genius. His art. Never seen before. In silence he worked hard to finish his master piece. Lucid dreaming. That smile on his lips. Melting force. He was so charming. At ease. Smoothly breathing. He had always known what he wanted. He never gave up. The scenes inside his beautiful mind were of such moving art quality that even the best movie director would be impressed forever.

Climbing higher. Solitude. Nobody around. He did not mind. He liked to travel towards the mountain top. Nature untouched. His paradise. The view from there was priceless. He took her with him. In his mind, heart and soul. He stopped. Delicious. Water. Not hungry at all. A voice nearby. She was around. Somehow. Her spirit alive. She spoke to him. He recognised that voice. His face touched by the golden sun.

They connected. Electricity in the air. It felt good. Oneness reached. Endorphins produced. Slowly falling in love. With life. With love. He accepted her presence. She was as a summer breeze. No pressure. Just a touch of delight. Generating memories of bliss. They continued together. The mountain looked at them. It recognized a sugar sweet feeling from a previous life. A present in the making. The mountain was amazed to see the scene full of miracles.

In its belly the mountain found some stones. Stones of durability. The stones were kept there for a very long period. A treasure. They were part of its former beloved one. Heart matter. Another mountain that it once loved deeply. Each stone contained a message of love. The day had come. To pay forward. The mountain would transfer the frequencies of love to someone worthy. Letting go. The old. The genius closed his eyes. The mountain unfolded its magic.

The words of love embedded in the stones were removed from the stones of durability. Strong. Wings. From a distance one would say that birds were flocking together. He felt an unknown vibration deep in his veins. Sitting down, closing his eyes. The breeze felt warmer. Suddenly. Transformation ongoing. The precious image in his mind received more depth, more beauty and more wisdom. He stared at his work. He could not believe his eyes.

She appeared. She walked in his direction. An angel. So bright. In her arms she held a package. More presents for him. All wishes that he once whispered at night - looking at the stars - were coming true. All of them. One by one. Faith had followed him all the time. To never let him down. Next to him. The package. He opened it. With wild enthusiasm. A young boy again. Dancing on the mountain. He allowed the magic in his life.

He entered a new world. With her. They never returned. Looking back became meaningless. Every stone offered by the mountain contained infinite luck. A neverending movie. They followed their heart's desires. Lived in alignment with their soul. They say that when you follow the path of your heart and soul, you always will be rewarded. On the mountain path that the lovers touched with their feet, a bed of roses reminds us that genuine love never dies. Durable. Love. Stoned.

By Liesbeth Leysen