Of Being This

Of being this:

of being this, with no pretense of being anything other than this very point of life - it's here, through each moment, that I find myself, my only true self. I am alive, drawing breath, and infinite cells providing function. I hear sounds that arrive to me. I see without effort to give form. There is nothing in any of this that is apart from me - from air that gives breath to the life of every cell, and further to the world I hear and see. It's all life. 

of being this, is somehow mystery too, that all that's gathered now in name and form is also found aware. I am an aspect of life gifted with a self reflected view, knowing myself as alive, temporary, and fragile in this individual note. My imagination wishes to be more, continued through some greater self. Yet reality shows me only life. Of being this. 

and truly that's enough, and clearly it's more than I really know - being this, right now, in no way discounts what may come and how mystery might unfold. My claim is life, aware, and this moment alone. I know that I exist and beyond this I have no hold on certainty. 

of being this, just life, and aware - and surely this is all the same. To say that I'm alive is to state myself aware, and this too is the value of simply being. None of this is to claim a title, that what I am is only one of these expressions, a grand awareness, or an aspect of life above all others. It's being this - and this includes, always includes. 

of being this - is my belonging. 

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Peace, Eric