The eye of the cosmos saw the nectar dropping into the flower.
A sudden throb appeared in Her.
She craved to reach the flower...
She looked around feverishly at the winds.
The winds gently pushed Her towards the flower.
She came closer and closer to the nectar.
The winds dropped Her on the flower like a mother bird dropping twigs on her nest.
Slowly She sank inside the flower, drowning in the nectar.
She lay there drinking the nectar
And then the nectar flowed out of the flower
precipitated by desire.
It fell on the artist's eye, it fell on the tree.
It fell everywhere.
The flower wilted and began its descent downwards.
It touched the ocean of nectar below.
And then from the flower bloomed a woman...a woman clad in pure white...