No one could rule us, no one wanted to. We would sing our songs at the dawning of another day and whisper our prayers into the warm firelight as darkness cloaked our bodies. You trusted me back then and gave of yourself completely. You allowed me to lead, to guide and ensure our safe arrival to the absolute source of unified being. In your eyes, I was the All, the Absolute and the Only. As were you, to me.

I adored you back then, I mean truly - complete adoration. You were my world, my gift, my breath of life. You filled my purpose with goodness and beauty. Your radiance bestowed endless kisses and inspiration. In my eyes, you were the one who gave me life and would one day take it away.

Since those almost forgotten days, we have ventured so far apart, that I barely remember you. Our separation has not only weakened us but poisoned our entire species. The lonely dark abyss has taken its toll, and our nature is barely recognisable.

My maleness has grown greedy and grasping, whilst my femaleness has grown cold and empty. We have created a monster, a coping mechanism to dull and numb the pain, and now this monster is out of control. Our ego was born to muffle the fog, the cold mist of severing separation.

Every now and again we try to come together, but the ego gets in the way and erects the glass wall, where we mime our way through life, never really listening, never really meeting.

And yet, within us - is the answer. We carry the keys to one another's healing. My femaleness still holds, after all, this time a gentle burning flame and my maleness still harbours the aching longing to return. We may have been lost at sea, but at least we have been there together. All around us now is death and dying. We see the carnage our separation has inflicted upon the world, and how destructive we have become.

What is it our ego fears most? Our reunion.

If we love and trust again, we will return to our nature and sit together, in union with the land. Wildness and grace will flow through our bodies and no one will rule us. We will sing our songs at the dawning of each day and whisper our prayers into the warm firelight as darkness cloaks our bodies.

All shall be well with the world. For my greed, was born from the loss of you, and my emptiness because you turned away. My maleness drops his sword and my femaleness drops her shield. He sees her candlelight, and she sees his longing.