No True Lines

No true lines: 

life only appears to linger, proceeding from a certain point of note, and then reaching to another seeming moment. But there are no true lines, time not divided to segments for my convenience. It all continues, seamless, with nothing ever remaining just the same. 

to this, I come to deep appreciation, knowing that the moment isn't lasting, and that each instant witnessed is something precious given. It's not about memories, but more to live this exact moment as a gift, mindful of its fleeting nature, delicate, and that my own participation is essential for it all to be just so. 

with no true lines, I belong to every moment.

it's the way of life, continuously shifting to a new appearance, overlooked in subtle qualities until it's viewed through time. But every moment is experienced, lived, and deeply part of what I am - I have changed too with those subtle shifts, altered in imperceivable and infinite ways as life continues. I belong to the seamless, having no true lines.

in some way - I am continued.

there is no afterlife, only now, with each moment in constant rebirth, another shift to a new appearance - but always simply life, with no true lines, in the sureness of its motion. The real gift is to be aware of my participation, an easy knowing of my own belonging to this flow. This isn't the mindful weight of attention to every detail, nor a constant note of life in the present moment - this is all given through the grace of being aware. It's about life, and to know that I belong.

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Peace, Eric