Expressed Without Ceasing

 

Expressed without Ceasing:

perhaps with no true moment, nothing defined by break in continuity, and no matter how subtle a certain quality continues shifting to another presentation. I find my life isn't made of captured instant's, no point so important as to stop the flow of time. I've continued, altered in a sense by circumstance, but always going, life being expressed without ceasing. 

in this sense it seems that nothing really happens, without cause that leads to further events, no end result of karma - just life, motion, a constant becoming of itself through the change of its appearance. It's seen through the seasons, a vibrancy shown as green and later in the colored leafs of autumn. Life never ceased in order to become another season, there's no need to warn a life of what it will become. Everything is always changing. There isn't really separate seasons, only motion offering a shift to my perspective, another expression to be noted. 

with no true moment there comes a certain timelessness to the qualities that I notice, with my attention turned to the seasons change I find myself with less concern of colder days, the length of light taken, and landscape grown barren. Winter will be expressed in its own way, however it unfolds to this particular season. Yet the worlds in motion, with winter just an offered mood, infinite qualities already shifting to another presentation, never lasting past point of my attention. 

so the moment is always now, no matter what season's found, and now is always motion, fluid, and expressed without ceasing. 

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Peace, Eric