We See

We see: 

we see things that don't exist, at least not in the sense we think they do - existence is energy, motion, and when we see a solid world we witness the illusion of appearance. Things simply aren't as they seem and we take much or granted. It's incredible to know that the world danced itself into being from an emptiness that came before and still holds sway as pure potential. 

what we really see is emptiness in its exchange to form.

we too are a great part of this exchange, aware capacity giving cause to its own fulfillment - and with this we can see things in a more inclusive way. Everything is an appearance given weight by meaning. To know something as ultimately an illusion doesn't diminish its value. Sorrow doesn't exist as an actual thing, by itself it can't be witnessed. Yet we are keen to its effects, and never doubt the reality of its presence. We know sorrow, we know infinite things that can't be seen, and we give room to them all through our capacity to hold them in awareness. 

this is our fulfillment. 

in this sense - everything belongs. Whatever appears isn't our cause or blame, but it is our responsibility to tend with care, noting it's effects on ourselves and others. As capacity we are truly each others keeper, belonging as the same awareness, sharing in both sorrow and joy. 

our fulfillment is compassion. 

so we see emptiness come to form - but as well we are witness to its apparent loss, form once more returned to origin. We grieve for what's believed to be now missing. Yet is anything ever really lost in this exchange? Energy is always becoming something. Emptiness is always willing in its hold. Grieving is part of this transformation, our memory of the seen being held in cherished form for just a moment longer. Everything is relinquished so it can be again, formless only for another dance to form. Life re-birthed as life, countless in the promise of its appearance. 

this is what we see - life in it's appearance, emptiness providing for its way. The illusion is a static world, motionless. We don't see things..

we see existence. 

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Peace, Eric