Uninterrupted Through It All

 

not interrupted, that I see myself more as seamless, and to not to say that there is one thing only as the world. From what I experience, in this moment alone, there is a flow of events that seem undivided - listening, I find myself aware of a bird giving note outside my window, another joins in song, and then a pause to silence. It's right there, no need to wait for it's arrival, silence remained throughout the song, uninterrupted and allowing in its grace. 

My view as well is not interrupted by form, objects appear without objection by the emptiness of their hold. Through my own eyes I belong equal to the landscape. I'm no more surprised to find myself aware of my body than any other object found, each appearing in the same space that allows it all to be. The world doesn't come in parts - a tree is rooted from earth all the way to sky and its furthest leaf gives rain and light to the ground. Through this, under the same sun light and rain that's given, I receive the world uninterrupted by any sense of distance. 

Do I call this oneness? Unity? Or seamless grace? Sometimes. But mostly I don't call it anything at all. It's enough to be uninterrupted in my belonging, leaving the experience to simply be whatever it is, resting here without concern for any label or desire to make it anything other than the simplicity of what's occurring. Whatever next appears, whatever happens, the world remains uninterrupted through it all, seamless so it seems. 

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Peace, Eric