All life is the fragmenting
of one collective soul.
All life is the finding
of one’s split soul.
To taste each other’s lips,
to feel each other’s hips.
To rage against each other
so that we feel the agony of our separation.
We are a mosaic.
We are the broken fragments of a masterpiece
that shattered.
It is only by finding our split soul
that we can re-unite the tesserae.
It is only by finding our split soul
that we will see the masterpiece consciously
for the very first time.
The warmth of love,
like an adhesive,
causes us to commit to each fragment
of our collective soul…
To commit because each fragment
is part of ourselves.