More Than One and Less Than Everything

One,

and we meet

ourselves

in the recurring

dream

where we despair,

“We’ve been here before,

haven’t we?”

~

Facing the sunlit peak,

we are bare,

so small, and unknowing.

We are bitter

that there

will always be

another painstaking

climb.

~

It is humbling.

It is terrifying.

It is a lie.

~

“We’ve been here before,

haven’t we?”

echoes throughout

the valley

behind us,

and if we gaze closely

at past

impressions, the illusion

is broken.

~

We are not bare,

rather released

of unserving stress.

~

We are not so small,

rather liminality’s

guest.

~

We are not unknowing,

rather certain

of growth’s uncertainty.

~

One,

and we must

meet ourselves

at the heart

of this mesa

where truth

resonates.

~

This time

will be different.

This time

will be the same.

This time

is more than one

and less than everything.

~

Like the reminiscent

gaze

of winter,

we idle here

in the middle-space

where the likeness

of our hardiest

selves thrive.

~

We are

strengthened by

the past,

unbothered by

the next ascension

because our feet

are still frozen,

however momentary.

~

One,

and we have decided

to pack lightly.

~

It is hopeful.

It is terrifying.

It is a trust in spring

to find us

when we are buried

in ambitious

dreams.

***

Hello, wanderer!

Please be kind to yourself this year.

xoxo,

for now,

-your friend, found in dreams