No True Becoming

 

No true becoming:

at what point is there a true becoming? As if something is revealed to now find itself complete, finished through every aspect of life, a singular expression of all it was ever meant to be. Is a flower the end result of seed to bud and nothing more after? 

this is an inquiry of continuation, of never quite becoming truly one thing - it's a simple observation of life in constant motion and never settling to an end point of creation. Through my own life I see myself in clear stages, from child to adolescent and then adult, that I became a child and then through years and experience emerged to the next part of my journey. Even as an adult I now move to later years, never once reaching a single moment where I could declare a finished passage. Life is just too subtle to ever exhibit a finished product. I am not the end result of a lifeline leading to this moment, there is no pause to celebrate my completion. Even now I am in motion, already moved on in my becoming, and no label can be applied to this continuation. 

the mystery remains of what next becomes a flower - after petals fall to winter's touch has it ceased in its becoming? I'm not looking for final answers, this isn't an inquiry of what's eternal. From my perspective I see a flower as brief expression, an aspect of life given bloom and then moved on. There was no true becoming. Just life, flowering. 

so right now, I'm not becoming anything true at all, no greater purpose or higher place of being - there's just life and I'm offered my own points of brief expression, a chance to bloom and then move on. To becomes something settled, even for a moment, is an illusion. Reality, it seems, is always motion. But I am grateful for illusions all, a flower, and my own moment given bloom. The mystery remains of what becomes after....

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Peace, Eric