The Journey

She sits at the edge of a dark pool

Watching a version of herself

Kneeling opposite in nothingness

The beginning

This is where we shape our world

There is nothing but stillness

Dead

Alive

Everything

Nothing

Grey

Black

I'm waiting (waiting)

Waiting to begin (waiting)

Is she ready?

Am I ready?

Is it time?

Light and shadow

Her hand drags across the empty blackness

Round and round

And round

And round

The pool swirls

The colours emerge

Brilliant red

Bright violet

A swirling vortex of colours

Never blending, co-existing

Spiraling around (and around)

Her two parts merge

Shadow and light, light and shadow

Co-existing, never blending

It has begun

I'm waiting (not for long)

Waiting to begin (it has begun)

Is she ready? (She is ready)

Am I ready? (I am ready)

Is it time? (We are ready, its time)

She is ready to shape her world

Full and complete, but unfinished

Always ready to start again, and again and again

To mould, to stretch, to form

This is the journey

This is life

To melt and liquify, completely undone

To emerge anew

Transform

Begin

I'm waiting (not for long)

Waiting to begin (it has begun)

Is she ready? (She is ready)

Am I ready? (I am ready)

Is it time? (We are ready, its time)