As They Are

As they are: 

as they are, and this is my acceptance, perfect in its way, and even with a wish for things to change - everything belongs. Nothing has to be different than it is, and this includes my every reaction, and all my demands for things to be other. I accept my every seeming fault, my failures to respond in better ways, and choices made without regard.

it's all allowed to simply be.

and honestly, there is no choice to this matter - there was never a fault, nor failure chosen, no point where even surrender became an option. I participate with life the best I'm able, but I'm not the one who steers its course with sure command. Life is it's own agenda, infinite ways of intersection, and everything brings me exactly...here. 

as they are.

realization is simply coming to this acceptance, and it happens on it's own - life again in its delivery. That life is perfect in acceptance in no way means that I'm happy with every end result, that I accept the world without a degree of remorse and desire for some change. I allow myself every expression. Whatever it is that occurs within each moment - is assured of my response. 

this brings me to an easiness of living, not without struggle - but an ease of mind that everything belongs, for however long it does. There is no battle in even the things I seem to commit myself to war against. It's just how things are, and how I fit within it all. 

perfect in its way. 

~

Peace, Eric