Perhaps we need to shatter and scatter so that we may trace our way back inward slowly – breath by breath – into the wholeness of existence
And as we rest awhile, before breaking once more, your shadow touches my silhouette under the moonlight and the wind whispers the night song of awakening into the ears of the tree that we jointly lean upon, and our spirits dance fleetingly for just a few moments as we become a little more whole
Perhaps we need to fall apart, and into each other, time and again, in order to walk our path – step by step – back to togetherness
And as we walk – you and I – we might want to hold hands, interlace our fingers and breathe in rhythm such that your edge meets my tender-heartedness and softens and my wound bleeds into your belly full of love and heals
Perhaps it will always be this way
Just like night follows day and darkens one side of the world
Until dawn breaks and leaves the other side dusky, awaiting the crescent moon
Perhaps we are called to serenade the coming of white winter with as much fervour as which we celebrate the blooming of colours in spring
Perhaps this constant, cyclical change is meant to be – within and without, a continuous movement towards something that is beyond the constraints of space and time
Beyond the notions of life and death
Beyond the boundaries of you and me