Allowing

 

Allowing:

to simply be, like all things, and no different than early morning birdsong's at play, crows calling back and forth, cars heard faintly in their travels, and the stir of neighbors getting ready for the day. None of this is chosen, sounds arriving before my eyes are even open to the sunrise. But I hear without complaint, it's life, and everything that arrives is allowed in its own way. 

this too is where thoughts come in, subtle in arrival, and at once they began to categorize my day - each sound given name and description, announcing what will be my agenda, and already calling for me to fully awaken and begin my morning. Yet they are just sounds as well, internal, my own birdsong played through mind, a call and answer of its own. I listen without complaint, thoughts belong to the moment they appear, for however long their stay, and with whatever message they seem to urge. This morning, it's all allowed, the day unfolds exactly as it will. 

this isn't my allowing, it's not an act of calm acceptance to what comes - it's just life, happening, and it includes me in its flow. What I am, is allowed, or more in point, I am essentially this allowing nature. I wake up exactly as I am, already included as the day. There is no effort to belong, as proper as the sunrise and birdsong's, it's all just life in its awakening. 

that at times I feel apart from this, separate in thought and belief, is only part of what arrives, mind stuff, and come as any other aspect that's allowed. In no way does it separate me from belonging. In this way, through this allowing - there's life. 

somehow just arriving. 

~

Peace, Eric