it's re-enchantment - life found ordinary in the mystery's of it's doing and no sense of my involvement in all that seems to happen. I am as much of an appearance as every bird or blade of grass, there is no account for any of this, myself included, beyond the delight of simply being. There is nothing special in any of this, life unfolding in it's everyday occurrence - yet none of this has to be, there could just as well be nothing, an absolute void to all that is. But I'm here, present, aware and re-enchanted by the flow of life that's given.
All of it.
~
Peace,
Eric
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