Love could never have been without experience

      

Love could never have been  without experience

Sam Mwaka-karama

Futility it always was, like in the old saying; running after the wind. To entertain an iota of a ghostly thought, that there could ever be love - outside of experience.

Love is a situational and paradoxical phenomena - it might have not actually been there in the Garden of Eden: for a mate was just created out of one ‘self’… so that if the self I am, should not feel myself in you - woman, then the feeling of love is void - and that is the paradox! Because I am the Adam who waited - alone in the garden - and that is the situation: The paradox and situation of love!

In my deep sleep I have always waited for you. That you might be availed-off me - and to me, I waited sleeping. I waited for the phenomenon of your creation and availability…

Your imaginary spritely arrival that dewy and misty morning - was accompanied by the cautions: ‘Thou shalt not...’ An inhibition. A warning. A fright. A scare. An admonition - the reprieve was to also set-up mortality. But alas! How? The journey hadn’t yet started.

The birds chirped and tweeted and sung gaily… in the mid-morning sun when the mist was gone and warmth bid life to the flowers, where the bees buzzed and warmed the fruits - just when the mood was set for a feeling and grace for each-other…

When suddenly had the feeling of melancholy come upon us - and the drift... we momentarily parted!

Faust’s ‘Old Heavenly Aunty’ - serpent! - had arrived, that the reprieve was thus set - to trigger indulgences with and eating the outlaw forbidden fruit… Aunty serpent the old wine bag had preempted paradise…

Love, the situational and paradoxical phenomenon, had been thus stayed even averted - for what should have bloomed in the paradise of the Eden and gradually and naturally spread throughout the world was instead forced-out: by the burning flame of the Angelic Sword that sent us cowering  in shame and terror - out of the paradise. That we might never look back to Eden again! For innocent we were no-more and, cursed we would always be.

There was sun heat. Wind. Gale. Cold and the refuge in Caves. There was the scorching desert and there was the treacherous forests and jungles - that between us as humans love had become an ‘experience’... Suddenly, we knew that we loved one-another. That a child was born to us. It was by the experiences of life that made us family.

For without experience - futility it always was, like in the old saying; running after the wind, is to entertain an iota of a ghostly thought, that there ever could be love - outside of experience.

Because falling in love was experience - knowing love was experience as well: lucky were always they who find love while busy working in the vast fields of humanity: Sports, Industry, Services, Education, Career or urban and rural life… for they found love without looking for love.

For those didn’t fall in love with love; like they weren’t inspired into love by some other pair in love. For they busily got closer and closer - and then suddenly experienced Eve’s misty early morning dewy arrival. The Eden love that was stayed by Faust’s Old heavenly Aunty Serpent.

Aunty Serpentine; the sisterly old wine bag who might have seduced Satan and triggered the rebellion that blew the sedate  calm and quiet of the ‘dark surfaces’. That slithery might suddenly have descended upon Earth at the dawn of humanity and wrecked havoc in paradise forever!!!

So that; You only love once. And once was the only way to love! And too bad, for best it always was falling in love by experiences. And that the clutters of challenges left behind for you and against your love affair by old Auntie Serpent - always break your heart!!!*

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