The Earth revolves to shine on you,
as night falls on the waters of Southeast Asia.
I recall so many nights when we were separated by oceans.
You separated yourself too.
By an ocean, by a continent, so you couldn’t be found.
Like Mother, like daughter.
I shattered the mirror of your reflection in me, because I didn’t want to feel the women before me.
Their disappointment, their heartache, their disconnection from the woman within.
I miss you. I miss the way we were as mother and daughter.
The way of Man took me in his rough hand and shook me away from you.
In my pursuit of his approval, I tried to mold myself in his image, and I pushed you away.
Displaced in the state between girl and woman, I learned the ways of Man.
The ways of force, power and consumption.
I wanted more and more until my body could not take the pain of the games.
She stops and screams–please, find the way of Woman. Find the way back to the Mother.

Sun sets on the Gulf of Thailand.
The dark waters roll past the ferry and I get lost in the frothy current,
As the ocean dissolves me back into you.
I miss you. I miss us.
Separated by oceans once more, but this time I will return to you as a woman.
I let the Man out of me. I left him dying on the jungle floor.
I sacrificed him and all of his ill wishes, and gave him to the Earth.
So that I could find Mother again.
I found her in the sore corners of my hips.
I found her in the morning sunlight on the beach.
I found her in the wild mountainside.
I found her in having nothing from Man, and feeling everything from being a Woman.

I entered this void of night, so that I could find the feeling again.
To see me and you as one.
To see me and you in love.
To see me disappearing into the sunset, and you appearing as the first ray of light.
Time ages backwards.
And I become the woman so that you can become someone to love unconditionally, eternally.
My Sun is your Sun. My Moon is your Moon.