Most Obvious

Most obvious: 

most obvious of all is my own mystery -  that I simply don't know my own true origin, of how I find myself here at each moment. None of this is my own doing. There is no conscious choice of being alive. Awareness happens completely on it's own. I am a somehow grace of existence, a spontaneous appearance, present and aware. 

mystery.

it seems odd that this alone isn't enough, that a story needs to be added - everything, right now, is a miracle of existence, without first cause, nor reason for life to be. It's all arising just so, changing even now, and will never be like this again. This is what I am, all that's present, shifting in appearance through every moment. It's what we are together. There is no real explanation, nothing that tells me why this moment came to be. 

it just is, and always arriving so.

aware, present, and that's all I really know - everything else is obviously a mystery, questioning why is always left unanswered. My only true knowing is of temporary things, of motion, how each moment presents something already becoming another new appearance. I know of change through the stillness of awareness. It's the knowing itself that remains unexplained, that even presence is somehow witnessed, and at some point it's all let go, surrendered to the mystery. 

most obvious of all is just not knowing - I am without answers as to why any of this came to be, of my own appearance in the world, how I find myself aware. I truly can't claim myself as anything. No story, nothing labeled as my own. It's all simply here, arising spontaneously to each moment, everything - myself included. 

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Peace, Eric