Returning

I left China without her.
In my sleep, our time together came back as visions of earlier lives. I met her twice, once in this life and before, at an earlier time. This first meeting was so lost in the depths of my memory I could only see it as a vision.
I dreampt that we were monkeys on a tree together. I saw her on a branch stretching out ahead of me, we shared a mango. Neither of us could speak.
I left her in two ways, today, and in a previous life.
 I came back with an absence not just of one thing or another, but what seemed to me to be the complete loss of a world. I could not  easily return to my life in Australia; my body felt divided.
I came back from China in June, 2011 but this is the first time I have written about returning. It was the most important experience of my life and recreated me, requiring a question that was far more profound than I was prepared for.
The story of my life since then has been the of the reconstruction of a world. I hope that this will be the start of that story.