Without Me

 

Without me:

that it's all done without me, both personal and the world at large - from functions of breath, heartbeat, and individual senses, all the way to air and sun and the life force that's been given. It's all done without my own will added to the story, no effort for any of this to be, and I find myself continuously amazed that it's so easy to simply belong to it all. Life, so it seems, demands nothing from me. 

of course it's argued that I must to work to survive, money for the vital things of life - yet my essential self is alive without struggle, my breath is given in free exchange of air to life, and the sun offers light in a touch without discrimination. This is the true ease of being and in no way dismisses that life is often hard and brings me sorrow. To find myself alive is to know the taste of all life offers, it's being complete, whole, and in the same sense as the sun there is no discrimination in its reach. 

each morning I greet a ready world, everything fully made in working order - there is no need to manifest a sun to light the day, I make no demands for my heart to keep a steady rhythm, there is no wait for air to find me. Everything simply is. Ready. I am matched with this grace of belonging, effortlessly waking to the world in my own readied sense of being. Anything else is an added story. Each morning I greet the world with a prayer of gratitude that it continues without me, receiving it all as a gift that requires so little from me, my participation perceived as a bonus to its expression. As a true gift I've done nothing to deserve this, nothing to make it happen. Life is freely given - and I'm grateful that it's so. 

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Peace, Eric