Another Pose

Another pose:

that it's just another pose, an image made purely from beliefs, and held for a given length of time. There is no true and certain self, only a presentation of the mind, thoughts gathered, believed, and displayed to show the world. What I really am is fluid, and only shown in motion. No image, of my own, nor those that others may believe - will ever capture this reality. 

in truth, I am no different than any other aspect of nature, what seems a product of time, measured by display. Every part of life at one time looks to be a pose, frozen for a moment, a flower in present bloom. Yet nothing stays in current fashion, life is constantly shifting to a new presentation of itself, no pose lasting more than just an instant. 

I am just as brief.

my difference from a flower is only of belief, that I believe my every presentation, each pose held in such a way to convince myself as well as world. No flower stays in bloom, stripped by winds and worn by rain, its petals fall away. Life stays in motion. A flower gives its bloom away without regard for all that follows, there is no pose, no beliefs invested. 

its beauty stays in essence.

through every pose, my truth remains - I am that which stays in motion, life, continuous in some way, and always a mystery. Awakening, there is less investment in what's presented, every pose is now held lightly, briefly, my petals worn away. 

something new, is now becoming.

~

Peace, Eric