“Ilona”

“Ilona was a poet and a living flame. She was thin and tall with straight, long rosewood hair that fell to the base of her spine like the mane of a fine thoroughbred. No doubt she was pretty, but Ilona’s physical features were nearly irrelevant to an accurate description of the girl. She was, even on first impression, clearly and primarily Spirit, self-realized as such, stuck with a body as a young, aspiring race-car driver might be paired with a four-cylinder family sedan as his only available vehicle. Her Spirit leapt out of its chassis and grabbed hold of him the moment they first met. She singed him with her soul-fire, heated his insides, and made them melt, not out of carnal desire but out of the pure heat of spiritual intimacy. Ilona was alive as no one he had ever met had been alive. She seemed not to have an entire layer of insulation that others had: material that buffered their essence from his. She was clean and bright and pure, alive in the finest sense of the word, feeling the energies of Nature swirling inside her and spilling uncontainably into the environment around her.”