Devoted To Myself Alone

of devotion-  and for me it's given solely to the moment, committed to simply seeing what unfolds in the light of its acceptance. Nothing is excluded, and yet no specifics are singled as more worthy than another. This is not a devotion of objects, or conditioned to be fulfilled - it's the natural reception of all that's offered, my spacious capacity to allow things to be, and recognize there will be a time of change as well. I am devoted to the actuality of what's occurring, as well as the response to what occurs, making no distinction of good will from a wish for things to be other. Everything's allowed. This is the devotion between earth and sky, their trade of form for space, a tree rooted in commitment to one while reaching fully to the other, no trace of choice displayed at all. Through this it might be seen that true devotion doesn't exist at all - I am given no more choice as to what's at hand than the tree in what it receives from root or branch. Or perhaps it's all just life in devotion to itself, an allowing grace of change and motion. To this than - I am devoted to myself alone, life currently unfolding. 

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Peace,

Eric