and if we find ourselves seekers, even again after once leaving the search behind - it's just a distinction made in our natural inquiry of existence. a label similar to every other name assigned to actions we find ourselves pursuing. It simply doesn't matter. Without urgency, a seeker is than only an explorer of what the present moment holds. Is there truth here? Our inquiry is simply a means of seeing what remains after asking - the truth of a flower is as much told by earth, and reach of sunlight, the visit of bees to spread its pollen, seasonal shifts and changes that follow. We're not seeking answers to a final truth, but allowing what's true to reveal itself in the flowing story of a flower, or any other object that we view. Or even ourselves. Our own story is only true from moment to any given moment, as shifting and seasonal as any flower. Being a seeker is just a story we tell ourselves, a false distinction. Yet perhaps for just this momentary season - it's exactly where we are, and so we seek not answers, but simply for the sake of seeing.
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Peace,
Eric
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