The mind wants to be number one, to win at everything, and always hold first place.
To be the first to explore uncharted lands, to be the first one to witness great wonders. Go on adventurous expeditions to places where no foot has stepped before. We take pride at being the first, at truly anything. Being the first in line, taking the front row on a roller coaster, the first to jump, the first to come back and the first to go out. The first to have the newest gadget and the first to drive the newest car. The best and most. The best singer, the most famous. The best dancer the most spectacular. The best yogi and the most humble. The most expressed and the most silent. The best at listening and the most loving.
The interesting thing about the number one is that it is truly meaningless without the number – two. You can’t really excel at anything, be first or most or best if there’s no one there to see, cheer or even be jealous of your prestigious stature. It is a peculiar phenomenon, where we celebrate the one, where in truth, the greatness, the wonder and prestige is all held and carried by number two. Celebrating your – one-ness-ness, is truly meaningless without a strong back, a willing heart and a supporting hand from number two.
Who would Romeo be without a Juliet, how can the sky be above if not for the ocean below? Without the depth how can the shallow be seen? The taste of chocolate without the flavor-ness of vanilla. The light without dark or the high without low. What an incredible dance, the feet and the floor, the less without more?
Becoming two is the new black. Allowing, receiving, asking for more. Praying and dreaming intending to be. To celebrate you I have to be me. Oh god let us part, let me see you and let you see me. For my love is not love without the space in between. Separate and whole, unique and small. For way too long we were pursuing the one, to merge and dissolve right into the sun. But alas, the one is nothing without it’s two. A bore, a stillness that longs to be sung. A story awaiting a trickster to tell. Of letters and words strung on a thread, of oneness and twoness so love can be spread.
We so want to be first, but what if you try to be first at being second. Shazzam!, it’s like magic you can never fail. At oneness you might succeed here and there, but more often than not, someone has already beaten you to it. But at being number two? Never. You can always be first at being second. You can always be there to empower, to love, to support, to shine for an other, for some-one who needs you while holding the one. Any-one can be number one, but it takes some-one special to be number two.
There’s a deep rest at being a two. A struggle the ones keep on struggling, the twos get to forget. To keep being one you have to keep running. To pursue. To keep yourself together, whole and complete. To be a two? Not so much. You get to reap the benefits, to enjoy the fruit of separation. You get to marvel, to enjoy and sit in the shade. Ones are great philosophers, scientists, innovators. Movers and shakers. Twos are poets, musicians and lovers. Their song speaks of other. They know the harmony of witnessing the silence and responding with sound. They thrive in describing the ones, in elevating other to such a high only low can hold. To such contrast only variety can perceive.
What a dance the ones and the twos, what a harmonious balance. The white and the black, the gray and the color, the in and the out the with and without. We need one another, we thrive all two-gether, we grow and we shrink, we expand as we link.