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The heavy panting you hear is my soul; tired from searching for its true companion.  I found her once and we were almost one again until a strong wind came and shook up our glass of destiny.  Now I'm back to walking sideways like I need a "V-8."  My weight seemingly shifting me, lifting me up on one side pulling me down on the other.  I am uneven without my soul's lover...my significant other.



Even her mother, my mother, and her "step-"mother could see that we were destiny's eventuality, karmic reciprocity, cosmic causality, the way that God wanted Adam and Eve to be before they took the fruit from the tree.  It was the tree, the tree, the weed that is her enemy, my enemy because it takes my precious away from me and when I see that serpent or any resemblance of "he" "Off with his head!" like that queen said in that wonderland story.  



Because we, I and she, belong together.  We knew when we 1st saw each other even though we had never met.  If I could see her right now I would bet my life that she would be my wife that same day. So...while I sleep my soul searches the astral plane for the last place it heard her name.  Fortunately, she is easy to find because without my soul's help her mind has a hard time listening to intuition.  She stomps through the cosmos like a bull in the kitchen.  I must find her and calm her because as long as she's away her condition worsens.



The lens to her 3rd eye clogged from sleeping and her heart sick and exhausted from weeping, evil is seeping into her soul whilst death's goal is to reclaim it.  Her self-worth is damaged by the weight of her transgressions.  Normally it would take hundreds of psychiatric sessions to fix this kind of disrespect but because she is my soul's love I am skilled at collecting her pieces and slowly, painfully, putting her back together.  It's just that the weather looks bad for traveling tonight and I'm afraid that I might lose sight of her once again.