Just An Allowing

Just an allowing:

just an allowing - and this seems to be the only real description I can give to reality, that life is always in motion, open, and allowing by its nature. It's a verb, there's nothing static of my world. This very moment silence parts to the grace of morning birds in song. Traffic sounds, but distant, occurs next, followed soon by a plane over head. Silence grants them all an equal moment through my listening, preference not considered. Every sound belongs. 

it's all the same allowing.

there's a subtle difference from acceptance, my own nod of recognition that I've come to terms with what appears or happens through my life. Acceptance assumes my participation, as if I have a certain say as to what may be allowed. It's the assumption of an I. But what's found with life is how little my say truly matters - what I find myself to be is an inclusion of it all, an aspect, with belief of more control than given. 

my true self is life, whole, and there is no line drawn in this allowing. Everything belongs by virtue of presence, what appears is of equal value to any other appearance found in nature. It's all allowed and this is so for my every experience, of I what I see, hear, and feel. There is no point to my acceptance other than the belief of my control.

life allows. 

this doesn't mean I'm not active in my participation, I'm fully involved with life, and could'd be removed by any means or effort. What I think and feel belong as much as any other aspect that appears. I honor my own small appearance here, the fragile nature of a self within the enormity of life. It's no different than a flowers early bloom, delicate in early spring and reaching for the sunlight. No petal is separate from stem, root, and further still the earth which holds. 

it's all just one allowing. 

~

Peace, Eric