Momentary seasons:
it's just one surrender, constant, one moment instant to the next without struggle, nor interference. This is the rhythm of life in momentary seasons, from patterns experienced as changing weather, to the infinitely small letting go of all that makes a moment.
life continuously gives way.
so everything is its own momentary season, a pattern too of what seems a beginning and coming to an end. Yet, perhaps it's all better seen as shifting presence, of one essence, life, simply in a change of its expression, nothing truly surrendered but its own appearance of before.
seasons aren't divided through any clear lines, no particular mark between life in bloom and its later surrender. It all just happens, no seasonal command, but wisdom displayed through its continuation. We don't find ourselves removed from this either - our life is a constant letting go and coming to a brand new order. We have our own momentary seasons, a pattern within the greater pattern of it all, entwined, and continuous too in some way.
even now we're in surrender.
this is our promise, that we follow life through every pattern, momentary seasons adding to a well loved life. It's what we surrender to, it's our bud and bloom. Our seasons are constantly displayed, what we are now already to the point of being let go - we are committed to this promise. From this moment now, this surrender...we also bloom.
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Peace, Eric
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