Continuously Fascinated

 

Continuously fascinated:

how could I not be continuously fascinated by my own participation with life? To be an explorer of each moment in a gentle inquiry of borders between my perceived self and the world that follows. There's nothing really to prove, it's a spiritual exercise to find my true existence. It's simply curiosity, a wondering of myself and the infinite means I play through life. 

right now for example - it's an easy enough moment of complex actions, with so little taken by my command. I make no effort to hear to the birds sing outside my window, each note arrives to my meet my listening, a waiting silence for just these notes to play. I am the reception for this song, a holding place for sound to transformed to music, my appreciation adding to its beauty. In this way I'm aware, participating, and have no cause to doubt that for just this moment I belong fully, completely, as the world. 

this is an endless path, an inquiry of watchful possibilities - any object can hold a story of a shared existence, that there is a same spaciousness that is allows us both to be, and that I find myself equal as observer as well as space, extending as a formless touch to know what comes to view. It's an intimate sense, a welcoming of all that arrives with this curiosity, and even my sense of unwelcome for some events find their place to be allowed. Everything belongs, and it all fits in some seamless fashion of its own come and go. I have little doubt that I belong to this as well. But right now, I exist, gifted to be aware and this is no small joy and wonder. I get to explore the world in every detail that it offers - and it all arrives through no effort of my own. The world is shared as my existence. 

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Peace, Eric