Always Sudden

 

Always sudden:

in some ways each moment is always sudden, that I find myself in new surroundings appearing just the same - but nothing is ever static, even stillness allows for the motion of the world, and right now through subtle means I come to something that's never been before. 

it's a true rebirth, this moment being a collection of past material, particles regathered to familiar form, and memories in reminder to just how things should be. This is the constant reassembling of the world, always in motion, and always sudden in its new becoming. Appearances deceive, and what seems the same now belongs only to the instant it's observed, already changing, and never again offered in this unique way. This is the real miracle of existence, my own continuous becoming along with each new moment - I am just as sudden, completely different in so many subtle ways.

for all of this I am so grateful, each moment is granted as if a wish were made for more possibilities to observe, my perspective freed from a limited past, and now a chance for new participation with the world. I find myself beginning again, and truly from an original rebirth - right now, nothing has ever been written before, each space that follows my last word hangs as a promise to be fulfilled. And this goes on, suddenly, always, seeing the world remaking itself, aware that I behold creation itself in continuous play. It's a gift that's often taken lightly, and yet right now, it's offered once again - and I catch myself at just the right moment to write this in full appreciation for the sudden world that I've been given. Thank you. 

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Peace, Eric