Of Original Intent

Of original intent:

it's all wrong names, the world mislabeled, and now believed to be made of separate things. It's not seen as seamless anymore. Once, there was the language of original intent, spoken from the senses on how we perceived the world. We spoke of the depth of things, of what was invoked through our participation with life...

of our belonging. 

the world now is simply labeled, no longer invoking a shared sense of being. It seems there's little magic anymore. Yet there might be still enough, just enough to again see our seamless nature. To invoke a bit of magic. This is true sight, seeing without a need to immediately define. 

it's resting as awareness.

this isn't the magic of make believe, it's really more reality before beliefs - the simplicity of how things are before we rush to name and offer meaning. It's life before our definition. Our original, and still present, awareness. There's nothing to be believed, only perceived by our senses, to be known first without language, and only then spoken from original intent. It's not a practice, no ritual of magical charm. Just seeing first, listening in innocence before meaning, tasting life in that first, single bite, and feeling the world brush against skin in that initial reach of breeze. 

it all happens on its own.

and this isn't what we strive for - it's what's always present, and we're aware, but forgetful that it's so. Our true and first language is awareness. When we speak from here it's the poetry of life, silence somehow spoken, and the world again known seamless. 

the language of original intent.

~

Peace, Eric