Me and My Himalayas

7.7.23

Me and My Himalayas

There is a Mountain Range inside of me, buried deeply below the layers of Human. Its peaks poke at my skin, like topographic memory etching its way into my earth. I wonder how it would look to peel back the layers between me and my Himalayas.

I imagine myself an explorer, tracing its edges and slopes in my spare time onto scraps that never find their way to the bin. My feet form to grip the jagged rock as I face my daily debate of:

 WHO AM I?

 WHY AM I?

  HOW WILL I?

Itching to thaw out the hidden knowledge beneath my surface.

In a state of ritual cognitive collapse, I trek further along the journey my mountains have to offer. I return to its roughness each day with calloused feet and craving resolve. Over time, my hike carves a path across the inner range.

The ridges of rock welcome each step, the mountain remembers my company.

We spend our spare time together, me and my Himalayas. 

Now, the peaks that poke towards my outer world become the parts of me that I want the Universe to witness. A reminder of the ultimate labor of Love;

 The Journey Home is Inward.