Before time turned in circles, before the stars were sung into being, before form had meaning—we were one.

Not two hearts, but one pulse.
Not two bodies, but one breath.
Not even lovers, for love implies separation.
We were a single flame, dancing in the stillness of all that is.

Whole. Radiant. Eternal.
A soul undivided.

But the story of the soul is also the story of forgetting.

Some say it was the gods who intervened.
Zeus, as the Greeks told it, feared our power. We—these round, whole beings—rolled through the world with such joy, such potency, that the heavens grew uneasy. And so, in an act of divine division, the gods split the soul in two—man and woman, masculine and feminine, light and dark—and scattered us across lifetimes. Since then, each half has wandered, searching through the ages for what it cannot name.

Others say it was not wrath, but love, that caused the parting.
That we, the undivided, chose to separate—to know each other more deeply through longing, to explore the sacred ache of reunion. That we came here not to suffer, but to remember.

Whatever the cause, the result is the same:
We fell from unity into the dream of separation.
And in that fall, we forgot.

Now, life after life, we wander.
You in one corner of time, I in another.
Our paths rarely aligned, as if the universe delights in this aching dance—where I arrive just as you depart, where you awaken just as I fall asleep.
We brush past each other in crowded cities, share fleeting glances across train stations, feel a strange familiarity in the eyes of a stranger and wonder, Have I known you before?

And still, we do not know what it is we seek.

We chase laughter.
We pursue pleasure.
We grasp at careers, at lovers, at fleeting highs—thinking that maybe this time, this touch, this victory will quiet the silent hunger inside.

But nothing fills the hollow.

Because what we are truly searching for is not success, not love, not even happiness.
What we are missing…
is each other.

Not just in form, not just in flesh, but in essence.
The part of our soul that once curled around ours like moonlight cradling ocean waves.
The echo we feel in dreams.
The silence between heartbeats.
The pulse beneath the noise.

And yet—we were never meant to meet until we are ready.
The wheel of life spins endlessly—birth, death, rebirth.
Karma and forgetting wrap us in their rhythm.
But there is a way out.

Not by searching harder.
Not by clinging to every love that sparks.
But by awakening.

By remembering who we are, by stepping beyond the illusion of form, of name, of story.
By loosening our hold on the small self that clings and fears.
When we dissolve into presence—into stillness—then the thread that binds us shimmers back into view.

We were never really apart.
We only believed we were.

To find you, I must become whole.
Not wait, not ache, not long—but return to my own soul, so completely, so honestly, that it sings your name without sound.

And then—maybe in this life, maybe beyond—
you will hear it.
And follow the sound home.

Two flames.
One light.
No longer searching.
No longer missing.

Just remembered.
Just found.
Just us, at last.

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