But I am Aware

 

But I am aware:

but I am aware, and this recognition seems to be the elusive prize so often sought for, a seekers quest for this particular philosophers stone. The irony, of course, is that this is never not so, from first breath there was clear awareness of life without story or things yet labeled, there was simply existence and newness of each experience. I knew nothing of life - but I was aware of something, perhaps only that I now existed in an a new environment full of wonder. 

to note that I'm aware is a reoccurring theme that plays throughout my writing, it's a momentary inquiry for me, a ritual of appreciation and gratitude for it to be so. I have no need to make it anything more than a thankful prayer - to be aware, and know that it's a gift, is to find myself endlessly fascinated by what appears, life in opportunity to explore every aspect that it offers. Even to be lost in thought provides a chance awakening, an interruption of a current trend of thinking to the sudden realization of being aware to thoughts passing. 

taken just a bit further - there comes an investigation into the seamless, that I am aware, and that there's no break between observation and object, that listening is the silent embrace of sound, and sensations are experienced in a present understanding. To be aware is the common note. Everything takes place here, my world occurs in awareness, and I see no line drawn to separate your world from mine. This isn't a claim of anything other than my own insight of each moment I've explored. I have no need to be proven right that this is so, or that it's different for someone else's insight. I enjoy that I'm aware, that life is a surprise unfolding in nuance, subtle shifts of motion, and sometimes a sudden shock to the senses. Life is always changing, offering itself anew in every moment - but I am aware, and grateful that's so. 

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Peace, Eric