Never Just The Same

 

Never just the same:

not quite so again - each moment being a subtle rebirth, shifting in ways not noticed but never just the same. Life is always motion, completely offering itself anew. It's the only promise I'm aware of, and one I find fulfilled through qualities of experience. 

just listening, to hear a sound truly play out from silent plain, seamlessly emerging and yet never apart in essential nature - it's all one thing, this listening, equal in silence, sound, and my own participation. What I hear is an allowing-ness, qualities to be expressed without hindrance to their play. Through this, no note is ever just the same, silence being the great offering for sounds to be unique in every way, infinite listening happening now. 

as well as the view, there is never the same object, and at no point is another item not allowed - my capacity to see is endless, always expanding with a willingness for the world to change in its expression. It's as if I find myself an artist with a self-manifesting landscape, brush strokes constantly bringing life to new appearance, and even unseen ways of life in altering design. All I see is change, being a witness to my participation as motion, a rebirth through each instant of a shared becoming. 

nothing lasts longer than the moment it's been given, just a brief expression that never really belonged for observation. Reality is only seen through motion. With this, I find myself grateful for a slowed perception, being appreciative to what seems a captured moment. It's a gift really, that life offers itself in such a way as to always allow every aspect it's expression, unique in every possible distinction, as well the illusion of a certain sense of timelessness for its appreciation. 

it's never just the same, and this too holds my own promise to be continuous in what I offer - there is nothing that holds me to what I ever was before. I am only, always now. Here, my own rebirth to every moment. 

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Peace, Eric