Symmetry
In the Sea of Dreams, a planetoid in the Andromedan Cluster, stands a black man immersed in a river of pure thought. Colors swirl around him, ever-changing, creating a landscape of fluid emotions, a lake of enigmatic, organic equations. A kaleidoscope of imagery whose sequences merge into each other. Whorls of incandescent lights spiral. He thinks of universes, so they become. He gives birth to dreams, breathing life into his creations. He is a magician, an existential god whistling a siren song, seducing the universe, bending it to his will. He has a name that even Chronos has forgotten. He, the artist, and reality his canvas, awaits his soulmate to return and remember who he was, is, and will become.
His whisperings call me, a divine inculcation to find him, but I know not how. Breadcrumbs appear on the proverbial road I must travel, little golden nuggets in space that glow in an undulating corridor of stars, constellations, guiding lights that will lead me to my destiny. But to whom and where? An unknown savior who is my rock and salvation? Am I, in turn, his? Two celestial bodies in gradual orbit, juxtaposed, never touching. Does he know I’ve been searching for "the one" all my life? As we meet, he greets me psychically:
“Dromeda, my love, you’ve returned!”
I won’t deny he is somewhat familiar, as is this place with its preternatural beauty. I’ve journeyed into an interstitial reality, a form of subspace where The People commune. It’s a haven of oneness and unity with alien flora and fauna. An indescribable paradise only experience can define. How do I know this? Have I been here before? But thought alone drew me to him and this haven, surely?
Have I??? I start to ask.
Before I can complete that thought, he wraps me in an embrace. Lips soft as rose petals, his scent heady and musky. His humanoid form lithe and muscular. His eyes are orbs, twinkling sapphires, piercing, unblinking. This giant of a man, smiling shyly, never would I have guessed that this being could be so. Abruptly, I declare:
“You are beautiful beyond compare!”
I’m mortified at my undisciplined behavior, but he caresses my embarrassment away. My soul is immediately aroused on multiple levels, and he’s sublimely aware. I cannot hide from him, he knows and sees me. Somehow, I know his name. How this is possible, I cannot divine, but naming is power. Inviting me to look into his soul without perception filters, he is naked before me, and I return the favor. My self-awakening, our spiritual lovemaking: Kundalini. Knowing one another in its purest form. Two halves of spheres becoming whole. Reuniting, revitalizing, healing. Our souls interlocked in harmony, taking me to incredible orgasms beyond my imagination.
My memories are returning! I am the yin to your yang, I tell him later, in wonderment.
He weaves imagery that dances our name and designation, the essence of who and what we are: Symmetry.