I was brought into a world of woe.
I left a trail of blood.
Most was not my own.
Some was.
When everyone who claimed
To love me at all
Had given their lives
I decided something must go,
Must change.
I dug into the ground.
I tore apart the sky.
I ravaged the oceans
and the dunes upon them
But found nothing.
Where was the salve to heal?
What, when torn in two,
can make whole something half,
Powerful something weak?
Not the dirt.
I thought it must be the jewel-
My path to perfect change,
To halfness whole, to love
Of self, of life, of sky,
Then you.
You showed me that love
Was a path unto itself,
Loneliness not so alone when shared,
Halfness not too half when doubled,
Yes, you
Were nothing.
All the salve
In your soul not easing
A lack of trust that runs soul-deep.
A halfness too whole to be trusted.
But you..
Were just a trial. Just a test,
Just practice of wholeness.
Heart- and soul- broken I needed to be
When she found me on that tree.
She--
Found me. Found me where I was,
Where I was hidden from myself.
What, when torn in two,
can make whole something half?
Kagome.
And so I pierced her on the rock,
Bathed in the blood of her broken heart.
She did not cry out. Instead,
When she saw that her blood was healing me,
she emptied herself.
And so we both, whole and empty,
We make one person now.
And when my life is cracked in half,
She stands upon the fissure
Sealing it.
She the day, and I the night,
My playing whitecap to her wave,
Ripple on the sea of faith,
Which only serves to spring the tide
Of love.