Two Strands


Two Strands TWO STRANDS by Maria Fokas

 A molecule encodes the journey.

It functions along side all known forms of life.

From what I recall, he spoke of two.

Did he mean souls? He used simple words. 

As I listened to his story, he described a backbone he had composed.

He claimed of an alternating attachment.

My thoughts ran in opposite directions to each other.

And I wondered how to change the law of anti-parallel worlds.

There must be a way for our souls to merge.

And if they do, how would we know?

Is there a code of love that guides us to the path?

It could be hidden within my cells, I do remember –

But he assured me – it is so unfortunate for memory to have its own set of rules.

So I will never know?  I asked.

Your interactions will guide you between the opposites.

To help control which parts to explore, and which to deny.

Physical laws and theories mean nothing without compassion, he added.

We are Isolated and then discovered.

The structure of all species comprises two.

They chain each other and coil around the same idea.

Is it the solution? I asked.

Solution; there is none as the measured individual  – repeats a small life,

Just give me a sign, I pleaded.

When she fears, it is a single soul, but as a pair she feels complete.

Held tightly together they embrace each other

Two long strands entwined like vines,

Their life repeats – strengthening the backbone,

Which holds the chain together with a ring –

But I do not understand, I said – one strand is opposite from the direction of the other

Do you not feel the two forces? He asked.

I don’t see it, I complained.

Then stop searching with your eyes. He replied.  

If the sequence is the same, there are no concerns.

Will I come to know through the passing of time?

Sense and thought overlap, but eventually you will know the difference.

And what does the truth look like? I asked.

Like a twisted rope. He smiled.

There is positive and negative, but you will have your chance.

How many do I get? I wondered

One in every lifetime. He uttered.

But how will I know?

When you can trust, you will know…

I don’t understand. I said.

You may speak in different tongues, but you will speak the same language –

He said before he disappeared.

© 2014 Maria Fokas All Rights Reserved

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