Seamless Too

Seamless too:

it's the mistaken notion that I am too not the universe, that it's a complete system of continuing existence that has somehow left me excluded from the whole - a small point of being yearning to belong. Yet the view shows me otherwise. From my perspective, everything flows from here, the world extends in all its grand distinctions from just a single glance. This shows only my connection, an aware aspect through the varied landscape shown. Nowhere is there a line drawn that separates me it all - from sun to sky, and then air in its caress of birds, plants, and my own form, it's a seamless reach of living grace. Everything belongs simply because it is, that it's found in this offering of allowing space, that it's here, now, and in this moment can't be otherwise. 

But the view doesn't tell the whole story - only when returned to its own point of origin, objects traced back to that which bears witness, do I see that life continues in its sweep, my body being nothing more gathered dust, particles in an energetic hold, one more aspect of the world. Further still the view reveals itself as capacity, an emptiness that invites itself to be filled. This too is seamless grace, it's where I find myself in both notion and body, appearing with sun and sky and every other gift that's found. 

Peace,

Eric