Apple of My Eye: A Soulful Journey into Love, Identity, and Awakening

"Apple of my eye…"

These words have been whispered for centuries—words of affection, mystery, and deep connection. They come from the soul, from that sacred place where love is born and memories are stored. This is not just about a fruit or a garden. It's about something bigger. Something older. A story of longing, love, and discovery.

Let us begin with a question:

“Who do you think is the maiden in the garden?”

This is no simple garden. It is the garden of the heart, the soul, the secret place where the first love story began. A woman stands there—mysterious, silent, beautiful. Maybe she is Eve. Maybe she is a dream. Maybe she is the part of us that remembers who we truly are. She waits—not for answers, but for recognition.

A Gift, A Question

Then comes an offering:

“Here, have an apple.”

The apple is more than fruit. It’s a symbol. Of knowledge. Of love. Of choice. Of truth. It carries both sweetness and bitterness, just like love itself. It's a test and a gift.

“Heart of my heart, have a bite. See.”

What happens when we truly see? Not just with eyes, but with the soul. We look at someone and see more than a face—we see history, pain, hope, and longing. The apple invites us to taste and see the deeper things, the truth hiding behind soft skin and kind smiles.

“Am I bitter or sweet to thee?”

“Answer me.”

Love always asks questions. Not to test, but to understand. Love wants to be known. To be accepted, even in its flaws. The speaker—perhaps Love itself—is asking: How do you see me? How do you taste me? Am I welcome, or are you afraid?

The Secret One

“My secret one. My awe.”

Love is always a secret before it is spoken. It hides, not because it is weak, but because it is sacred. Like a treasure buried deep. When we fall in love, or when we discover truth, it often comes as a surprise—something already inside us, waiting to be uncovered.

“Behind the veil. Taken behind ribs, dirt, blood.”

This is a reference to creation, perhaps. A woman formed from the rib of man. Life born from soil and breath. Blood, the price of love and sacrifice. All of it pointing to the depth of connection between souls—something ancient, something real.

Love is not just found in flowers and songs, but also in pain, in birth, in sacrifice, in the spaces between breaths. It is hidden, not because it wants to stay hidden, but because it waits for the right eyes to see.

In the Children, In the Lineage

“In your children.”

Love lives on through generations. Through the eyes of your child, the way they smile, the way they speak—there you see echoes of your past, of your beloved, of something that never dies.

And then comes the burning question:

“Tell me… whom do you—heart of mine—love?”

“Is it me?”

This is not just a romantic question. It is the deep cry of every soul. We all want to be loved. To be chosen. To be seen. Not as an option, but as the one. The center. The home.

A Call to Wake Up

“Here, live. Open your eyes wide.”

This is the moment of awakening. Love doesn’t want you to sleep through life. It wants you to wake up—to feel, to recognize, to truly see.

“And recognize… Who Love in you is!”

This is the final gift. The full circle. The answer is not out there. It's inside. The love you search for has always been within you. The apple you were offered is already part of you. You are both the giver and the receiver. You are both the question and the answer.

Final Thoughts: Love, the Mirror

“Apple of my eye” is more than a sweet phrase. It’s a mirror. It asks: Who is the one you hold dear? And do you see yourself in their eyes?

This poetic journey invites us to explore not just romance, but identity, soul connection, and spiritual awakening. It reminds us that love is not just found—it is recognized. In another. In a garden. In an apple. And, most of all, in ourselves.

So next time you look in the mirror, or into the eyes of someone you love, ask yourself:

“Who is Love in me?”

You may find the answer has been there all along—sweet, sacred, and waiting to be seen.