Simplicity of Its Meaning

Simplicity of this message:

it always comes to the simplicity of seeing, the grace found through my own clear perception - life has no hidden agenda, no message writ in stars, nor text found holier than my own true seeing. Life itself is the simplicity of its meaning. 

my only role is to live.

and this seems so obvious, an easy role to fill - life presents itself for my participation, and I am happy to be alive. Yet somehow it all becomes complicated, a search for some higher meaning, a sense of lack that needs to be fulfilled. It's living with a purpose other than my own true call to simply be alive. This isn't a call to abandon any pursuit, nor to give up the trappings of a finer life. Simplicity is found through every moment, an easy recognition of what belongs, and there is no need to go beyond the clearness of this seeing. 

everything belongs.

it really is as simple as that, knowing that everything belongs in the moment of its appearance, and that no struggle will keep things any longer, nor cause them to leave sooner than their time. So too, are my actions found true to this belonging. There's no contradiction. It's my own inclusion to each moment, my response as fitting as any other aspect to appear. It's seeing that I belong as well. 

my only cause is a life of simplicity, of allowing and being allowed - it's an easy sense of being, not avoiding any complications of a regular life, but knowing that it all unfolds in the only fashion that it will, and that my response fits within this order. It's a seamless flow. Everything belongs. There is no greater cause than this moment found alive. 

~

Peace, Eric