To Serve

To serve:

of service, and always so - through every means of my existence. It's a system of exchange, a biological trade energetic resource. Everything, of even smallest detail, benefits to the whole. What I am, from cell to breath, is a function of well being. To be alive, to exist - is to serve. 

Truly than, I belong to the world.

and on more subtle level still, my reality is of openness, a spacious hold that serves only for this belonging. My emptiness is a necessity, recognizing my own formlessness allows for me to see the world through a seamless hold. More than mere emptiness, I am fulfillment of the worlds potentiality, lending my capacity for the solid reality of appearance. 

Emptiness lends itself to form.

always it's an equal exchange, that I am not empty of, but capacity for - again, the world serves for my fulfillment, to bring purpose to this infinite hold. Everything is in constant trade of subtle essence, objects not existing apart from the air of their surrounding, space not being separate from the form of its caress. It's one thing in service to itself, something that can be described as my true giving nature, never fully complete until the world appears.

Your appearance serves for my fulfillment.

so, more than service - it now comes to pure devotion. That I exist at all is for my capacity to hold you, emptiness abiding to the moment you appear. Without true borders we are simply space for another to exist in similar function. We are of constant service for each other. 

To serve - we only have to be. 

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Peace, Eric