More of A Remembering

 

More of a remembering:

sometimes it seems more of a remembering, a self, but only by recall - these are the moments when I find myself most at ease, perhaps immersed in some action that allows my focus to shift from a mind filled with my identity, and then continues in this allowing. It's not that thoughts end to a quiet mind, but that the silence was my present reality all along. 

more of a remembering, but seamless too - because in these moments I truly see that everything belongs, there is no self that exist apart from the silent present of its origin. My identity isn't an illusion, crafted from the thoughts of my experiences. Yet it isn't really true either and certainly not the truth of what I am. It's during these moments, a clarity of vision, where lines of 'either or' are simply left behind. What I am - is. It's easy enough, there's no battle of self nor illusion of a self. 

there's just being.

so what is that I remember? 

in these quiet moments, a meditation of sorts, I remember a self of high importance, that I believed myself to be the one who called the shots of life unfolding. It's not that some action pulled into a quiet focus that gave insight - but that I was/am immersed in the demands of my importance. My attention has found itself misplaced, given more fully to only one aspect of my being. 

it's really less of a remembering.

and just relaxing, allowing quiet moments to appear, insights gain, and the business of life to simply be. There's no real battle lines drawn, no battle at all, and no true lines to ever be drawn. There's only being. Only life and each moment that I'm given. Sometimes I'm caught up in remembering something that is already present to this moment. 

sometimes I find myself smiling at it all. 

~

Peace, Eric