Myself

myself a pattern - and somehow too intermingled as the world. That I am a collection of cells, molecules, particles and broken down further to nothing but the nothing that allows it all to be. Yet, in the midst of this I am distinct, my pattern belonging to the whole and unique as well, a gathered awareness brought to recognition. That's the mystery, that this motion is seemingly held in place for the illusion of a moment, let alone a lifetime. To ask why this is so is not the question, there's no inquiry to gain a true understanding - but to live with even the slightest notion of awe, to see that I am a pattern within an endless sweep of possibilities. It's enough to be aware that this so.

~
Peace,
Eric