My True Belonging

My true belonging:

grateful for the view, that the world unfolds before me, and grants participation - it's from here that I find my true belonging, this point of observation, aware, and thankful that it's so. 

to be truly grateful, sincerely, is to know that I belong. It's not my possessions, nothing about what I have, nor who I know. These things aren't taken for granted, but they fit in a world of loss and gain, an illusion to be owned, or believed to be everlasting. My belonging runs deeper, a capacity that holds the things of the world without a sense of ownership. 

everything belongs. 

through this, an awareness of myself as capacity as well as what appears - I find an easy gratefulness just to be alive. To be able to note what arrives to bless my life, or what may seem to be a curse, is a gift that comes by grace. It's not one I take for granted. 

to be grateful is to be aware. 

my true belonging is simply life, finding myself in an intimate sense of knowing the world as home - that air is set for me to breathe, water is rained to quench my thirst, and the earth grows what's needed for me to thrive. None of this had to be, and indeed it's all balanced precisely so, a difference by degree and this home would be no more. I am grateful for this home and all that it provides. 

life is my only true belonging. 

it's here, this moment, that I am most thankful for - to be aware of all that's appearing now, to know that I belong exactly where I am, to be at ease within the world. It's an unearned grace that I've been given. And I am truly, truly, grateful. 

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Peace, Eric