An Assumption

An assumption:

to declare myself as anything would be false to any moment - an assumption of belief, and even arrogant in my proclamation. Reality is so much more than I could ever say, and never once the same in the motion that it offers. Every moment is constant in its shift and rearrangement. I am never quite the same either, always a version of what I thought myself before. There is nothing to declare that isn't already arranged as something other, new in its presentation, and still in some subtle way, continuing in its change. 

life is never just the same as it was before.

it seems best to stay silent, to allow myself the spaciousness of being undeclared - to simply be, without need to show myself as anything other than life in motion. Yet what appears belongs as well, each version of myself is a once before truth, and every word written is a reflection of what was then believed. There is no real paradox to being - I am both emptiness undeclared, and too all that now appears. Life, in declaration it itself. 

so what to add to this? 

nothing, nothing needs to be added, nor taken from these words - it's all just life, happening without my interference. I sit to write, and words appear. Nothing has to be true, no deep meaning to be found. Simply life. With nothing to declare - it's all allowed to happen.

(and even this is an assumption) 

~

Peace, Eric