Still Our Original Garden

at once - yet always

subtle,

and in this way we

see the world.

~

it may seem like a sudden becoming, or conversely, at once we find ourselves completely unmade - both are an illusion of mind and senses. The world is, now, a mystery of it's own, not needed of explanation, and independent of the labels we've applied. This is the Eden lived before the tree of knowledge - everything existed in its primordial state of wonder. This is still our original garden, what we see just before we remake the world in the image of our demands. There is no need to seek a return, to wish our way back to innocence. 

It's always here.

Present.. 

And all we have to do is see. 

Peace,

Eric