Of The World

 Of the world:

of the world about me, nothing distant found, but all immediate as my unfolding. This is my participation with every aspect of life, that it occurs through me as much as I'm a witness to it's flow. Everything belongs at once, from the insects that come in flight and hover just above a flower, to the warm touch of sun against my skin, and birds calling near - I am not separate from any of this, not the smallest event of any life, nor the largeness of the sky in its embrace. 

 there is no world apart from me.

through this there is compassion - that every life is a wish of its own, yet still belongs as an equal aspect of the whole. My care extends without direction, finding consequence in every detail brought to my attention. It's all sacred ground, holy of life and its events. 

and I am just a part of it, a holy aspect too.

of the world about me, and really it's more seamless than can be told. It's all of shifting perspective, from belief of my own center of importance to a true seeing that there is no real center. Everything belongs in equal importance from the point of its existence. 

everything, simply belongs. 

in this light; there is no world about me, just life, and my own sense that right now I am at play within the vast landscape of all I truly am. To another shift I might find a different point, of a witness to what unfolds, separate by a bit of observation. But not right now; for this moment I am at play within and as the world, seamless, belonging. 

whole. 

~

Peace, Eric