Of Being Someone

Of being someone:

it's is the joy of being someone, of belonging to the world without a wish to be anything other than I am right now. This is the true magic of seeing - that I disappear within the fabric of the whole and yet still exist as an individual expression, a thread somehow found aware. 

what I am belongs without need for things to be otherwise, nothing dropped nor gained, no loss of self in a belief that I could be anything more than what I am right now. Seeing demonstrates that everything belongs just as it is, that I am included as a self appearance within a vast and varied world. 

this isn't overlooked, I don't lose myself to emptiness but gain a view that includes me with the world, seamless, and all without misplacement. Everything is exactly where it belongs, as it is now, without need of my arrangement. I exist within the world, an aspect of the whole, and aware of this unique position - that emptiness and its fulfillment belong at once, truly one thing in promise and hold, capacity and endless giving. Nothing is denied to this view, a sense of self belongs, without claim, and full of wonder at its place within it all.

it's the joy of being someone, aware of my temporary nature, yet assured that something too is endless, continuing in some long expression of life through every change. To know my essentialness, myself as capacity, as well as something fragile in its hold - there's such tenderness to this beauty, honest in its acceptance. 

this, right here...is exactly where I belong. 

~

Peace, Eric