I was an early explorer to this area.
I dreamt of an inaccessible mountain.
I ascended to the southeast edge of the south face,
enduring glacier climbs and gullies,
then layers upon layers of snow.
That was when I caught a glimpse of sunrise.
The auburn rocks reflected the diverging rays through ice,
as if flames were lighting the way.
I wanted to live in that moment forever,
but I knew I couldn’t stay.
A rift valley pulls away continental plates.
I’m immersed in groundwater reserves.
The marine environment spills its secrets,
revealing a map of historical formations.
I catch a glimpse of the world before,
from the shoals to the undersea range.
I dig in for the odyssey of survival,
but know in due course it will change.
I once thought I was distinguished.
I let myself be ruined.
I hadn’t realized my suffering,
was vital to enlightenment.
The separation and essential death of me,
was the suspended weightlessness
that can only arise when you’ve become something more,
yet something less all the same.
In that void between existence,
I was momentarily complete.
That was when I caught a brief glimpse of love.
It was everything I’d imagined it would be.