Eye Contact

Television has proved that people will look at anything rather than each other.
Ann Landers

Do shivers of terror run down your spine at the prospect of facing the woman you are fated to love eye to eye? Does panic seize your mind when you picture yourself standing transfixed in her gaze, naked in all your shyness and anxiety, trembling and paralyzed? Swallow your fear. Think of the rewards of unveiling a new world, a jewel of creation, the realm of your darling... for is she not, like each of us, the very center and shaper of her own universe? If the eyes are windows on the soul, and they are, then is not losing yourself in the eyes of your beloved the most intimate of touching?

He who looks outward sleeps, he who looks inward wakes.
Jung

Awaken in self-knowledge, for only then can you meet the eyes of another, accept her as an equal, recognize a fellow human walking a destined path. Look at the woman, caress her with your regard, with appreciation for her self, for what she is. Your intent is pure, and this is a reaching across, a subtle almost-touch, a sharing, a joining. The joining of the eyes begins in almost accidental glances, intermittent, the shy but knowing smiles - an almost hesitant conversation in glimpses that recapitulates the ancient children's ritual of peek-a-boo, yet more intensely... and finally, finally (perhaps), comes that painfully delicious moment of recognition when everything snaps into sharp focus.

A warm look can hold the promise of a kiss, and more, much more. But, beware! Crude and untimely gawking may crush and bruise the delicate flower of a woman's private self. An intrusive stare, the "fish eye", peering, probing, clumsy goggling... all these stink of an aggressive, blundering fool. Mark well that sensitivity and a delicate touch are as requisite in this endeavor as in any other involving personal relationships. Mastery of the gentle art of look-touching is one of the keys to the cage of aloneness.

Your eyes will twinkle, return smile for smile, warmth for warmth, to the woman whose regard you have captured. Words lie, facial expressions deceive, but the language of the eyes does not lend itself to falsehood. The eyes speak mutely, but they speak truly.


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