Elegance

Elegance: 

with sure and true elegance, seamless - the world appears. This is how we first see, our original view before interpretation. It shows our own inclusion, how easy we belong amidst it all. This is easy to return to, our present view is always ready to reveal the obvious, to show us exactly where we are within a seamless world. 

everywhere is center.

yes, there are distinction - a tree comes from earth, branches spread in a reach through sky. Yet it is never not a touch of one thing, there is no point where a tree ceases from the whole. We are joined to this though breath of common air, our feet touched against the same earth, and infinite other ways. There is no point where we are separate from the whole. 

what's seen is the elegance of lines, how they create distinctions without any true divide. Our bodies are a line between us, providing space but no real separation. We are similar to a tree in our connection to ground and reach through air. The line of every branch is a soft press against sky, a favor returned by weight of air and offered breeze, through clouds releasing rain in a quenching fall. A line only divides to know itself as a touch of all things. 

it's distinctions that give us beauty, providing meaning through words and objects. We translate the seamless for our convenience and pleasure. What we first see, our original view, is simply the energy of the world. Patterns within patterns. Endless. Everything is revealed as motion, a formless caress somehow slowed through a gathering of form. 

and now the world appears. 

of course these words are simply lines, a search of elegance through the emptiness of this beginning page. No true description is told. Only a translation of the seamless.

a story. 

~

Peace, Eric