Contradicts

Contradicts: 

nothing really contradicts us - life is always exact. Whatever happens right now is both sudden in appearance as well as gradual on its arrival. This moment for me, early, and the morning stirs alive. Sounds come first, birds giving note to each other, a pause and response with silence playing key between. A reach of sunlight finds my eyes, giving cause for them to open, to see the world lit by soft and lengthening rays. 

my world appears.

it's all simply here, none of my creation, nothing asked for - and even if expected, normal, life is still so sudden in its appearance, rushing immediately to my senses the very instant of my notice. Every morning is richly given, just an abundance of life made available for my waking. And it's spontaneous, happening always now, always now, and no need to call for anything to appear. Waking up is truly magical, and not only for my morning, but every moment another dawn, the world constantly appearing. 

timeless.

and yet.

it's such a gradual giving, a history of days and birdsong's - life comes from long origins, stretched to the birth of stars and their eventual sacrifice of light for me to even have this morning. I find it all without cause and all the more appreciative for its gift. This moment has all that's needed for my breath, air in exact measure, my body formed in perfect function for its use. There is some grace throughout it all, mystery at play without plan. 

life flowed exactly to this moment.

and now sudden, spontaneous, in it's appearance. 

none of this contradicts itself - life is always exact, precise, and I find no question as to how it's given. Each moment is a sudden miracle, long in it's arrival. What I am is the acceptance of this gift, as well as an original aspect of its giving. I am spontaneous in my appearance to every moment and at once bound through a timeline of existence. 

none of this is to be explained, 

it's just how life is. 

~

Peace, Eric