To share:
just my wish is to share - and yet I find that this isn't shareable at all, not even with myself. It seems there's only experiencing, a moment and whatever happens to occur. Nothing can be shared but a description, a memory, and that's all an experience of its own. Truly there are no past experiences, there's what's happening now, each moment, already and always changing.
it's that I belong fully to the experience, not as observer, but participant, an active belonging and it's only for the moment itself. I'm part of this motion, changing too with variable that occurs. Who could I possibly share this with that doesn't already belong as well?
and so there's just experiencing, nothing apart from this, everything intricate, yet more subtle too - everything in an intimate display of life, one energy in constant flow, and nowhere am I found separate from this at all. There's just this, and any sense of self, any claim as witness, is involved within and as the whole.
experiencing.
what I share is an opportunity of now, this experience of our together found through words, a present moment that holds a description of before. It's ours, one energy, now.
Peace,
Eric
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