Fortunately I'm not just myself anymore - or perhaps better said, I am not alone in the self once recognized as only me. I am more. And I am less. Seeing myself as form, a self limited to thought and by appearance, my world was narrowed to body and mind. There was others, objects, and things that belonged "out there" in separate thoughts and forms. We were apart in different worlds. And yet none of this was true. There is another way of seeing, a true sight of what we really are. This is what I saw - at first the objects of the world, things apart from me, belonging to a space all their own. This same view was traced in a return route directly to the source of sight - looking from objects, and things and others, and then searching for a self that holds this all in single view, I found a curious absence of where myself should be. Certainly my thoughts remained, and a sense of identity to the form that lead me here - my legs, and arms, and body, all present. But there was no head to be found, no eyes that could lay claim to what was held in sight. What I actually saw was everything. These objects, and things, and people were all found where I once believed only I belonged. Meaning I was the capacity to hold the world. Or again more truthfully what was there was simply and singularly only capacity and here to serve the world in each and every of its endless expressions. Including the me I thought I knew. Fortunately I'm not just myself anymore - I am all things now seen as One.
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Peace,
Eric
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