1 + 1 = 0

I won’t say you’re my other half.

Without you I was one. I was whole.

Within the labyrinth of

unconsciousness, fragments of my psyche

glinted like sea glass—but no.

I wasn’t incomplete. I was

glittering baubles, discarded and shattered:

amber, cobalt, oceanic green.

A mosaic polished by salty tears,

no longer an enigma to my Self.

A whisper of my unworthiness

sounds blasphemous to my Creator.

I fell into that velvet womb

of Mother Earth, her serenade

echoed my new name, and I knew.

Broken is beautiful; you see it.

As I dreamt you, you dreamt me too.

The ethereal became tangible.

Some might say two became one,

but the math’s not mathing, ‘cause

one is egoic, and this is bigger than

you, bigger than me when we

consider divinity part of “us.”

Zero is the most whole number.

The difference between $1 and $1,000,000,000

astronomical, like our potential,

written in the stars we reflect.

…

This was written for Randy Baker’s challenge.

I welcome your comments.