A Single Word

A single word: 

to say self - as if a single word could fit for our description. Truly we are the multitudes of Whitman, a verb better said than noun, a never ceasing process. We are being. Yes, there is a self, a certain sense of feeling unique and completely formed as an individual functioning in the world. It's our own separate belief of importance, as well as the sense that keeps us apart from others. Yet to be a self is narrow in its description, never capturing the mystery of what we really are. 

there is a self, but it's an always changing story, a fictional account told within a larger reality. To say self, is to limit the world as ours alone. There's always a larger story. We are better told as a process, motion, and entwined with every other story. 

there is no true alone. 

no word will be a complete description, not of ourselves, nor any object of the world. Words keep things static, as if a tree isn't as much earth and its touch of sky as it is a single presentation. There is no tree without the world of its connection. A tree is life in perfect expression of it's function, of being, and is far beyond a single word. 

and so we come to self again - as if a single word captures what we are. To we are a self is to place imaginary borders to our world. Yet in terms of being, we are an active force, an energetic pattern touching every pattern of life. If any one word is used it should one of action, a verb that better fits our endless process of form and formless function. But we say self, and that's the language of our comfort. Truly though, beyond the use of words...

we know the mystery of 

what we are. 

~

Peace, 

Eric