Recovered Pieces

Alone. She was alone. A life among the Void. A life and nothing. Solitude was then a completely foreign concept being part of the Greater Whole. But the Chaos she had only known was dissolving and she felt like she was dissolved as well. She felt like disappearing as every inch of her was both in and out of her. She could feel every opposite part she had always been. Opposite which were supposed to be complete. They had run away and she felt like a stranger. Alone. She was alone. A life among the Void. Lost in the oceans. She had just been taken from the Greater Whole, she felt incomplete. She had given up the oneness she had always known to surrender to another, smoothier, solid, scary. Because she knew, deep down, this smooth and solid oneness would be her doom. She missed her vital breath, the breath of life. Without him, she was now becoming a mortal, frozen for ever still. Without him, she would only be motionless and lifeless. Without him, she would only be a formless Void.

Alone. She was alone. With no primordial sense of purpose.
Alone. She was alone. Burning from her missing piece.

Incomplete.

He abandoned her. He forgot her. had he ever known her? Loved her? She herself wouldn’t remember what he was supposed to look like. Since, like her, he had changed. She finally feraed the worst. What if the other part of her, her complete opposite, was lost forever? What if, like her, deprived from his missing part, he had fallen in the Nothingness? In limbos where life never fully disappears? But life never utterly is either. What if it was her destiny?What ifn whith Time, this new limiting concept, she was never able to recognize him as a part of herself? What if? What if? So many sasomptions and an abondoned life.

In the middle of Chaos, she called for her One. This unique whole which, only, could answer as equal. She sang her love tuns through the higher torment. Dizzy with her missing love. Rushing from disappearing life in her cells. She sought for him with no other answer than the new silence of the world. Than the new silence of her Being.

Lonely. Lifeless. Fixed through eternity. She finally bore her own salvation.

In her outer quest, she had forgotten to see what she was made of. Her atoms were not that smooth and solid. With this last look, she saw in them. In her. Complementarities she had ignored. Then it was obvious. She will create. From her and her remaining chaotic parts? She will create her one and only missing part. Her one and only equal.

She forced her loving song to give birth to her one and only. To her opposite. Whom will give her life in return with his Cosmic Breath. She had drawn the infinite so she could take a shelter. She dressed with the big blue sky and became one of its tiny inch. She designed heaven which was nothing without her. Without she was not either. Thus, her lifeless mass was shaped into Earth and create. From her Cosmic Force. Her own Breath of Life. Thus, her motionless mass was shaped into Earth and create Heaven.

Now they were. Both of them. Cut by the horizon. Constantly challenging. Unable to be on their own. Unable to live with their own. They intertwined loved loathed sought.

She was Everything. He was the Contrary.
She Was the Keeper of the Cosmic Order. He was the destroying Chaos and Instability.
She was the Organised Force. He was the Creative Force.
She was Body. He was Soul.
She was Divine Power. He was the Divine Creator.

She was Gaïa. He was Ouranos.

And they shared the World’s Fate.