Too Many?

Is oneness designed
as highest decree?
Or does it believe
in two, maybe three?
Can one be enlightened
to find out one more?
Or is it in vain
that I stray towards four?

Like leaves that are gliding carefree through their fall;
I face my defeat so the damage is small.

Like trees housing roots stretching far underneath;
my heart feels the words that my mouth cannot speak.

Like bark on the ground that has fallen from age;
I shed my old skin when its use has decayed.

Like numbers I'm many
but one I am not.
If oneness is centered
then where does it stop?

Is oneness designed
as point always fixed?
Or does it believe
in five, maybe six?
Can one go beyond
and reach for one more?
Or do I seek seven
in vain as before?

Like flowers reacting to each of the seasons;
my mood is a swing acting action from reason.

Like seeds that are patiently grown over time;
I meditate deep to discern what I find.

Like branches that grow ever crooked and break;
I've never walked firm on a path that is straight.

Like numbers I'm many
but one I am not.
If oneness is centered
then where does it stop?

Is oneness designed
as balance sublime?
Or does it believe
in eight, maybe nine?
If one could be greater
and greatly extend
then would I gain favor
when reaching for ten?
Or is that...

Too many?