This Contingency

This contingency: 

contingent - and this is how we truly see the world. That no single thing exists completely on its own, a continuous interdependence that lends itself to the variety of it all. What we see is seamless and ongoing, eternity through each moment. We know deeply of this contingency, it's in our bones and their touch against our own continuation of flesh and air. 

it's literally what we are.

 this is the seal of seeming parts; of how all things are really one in their existence, Nothing stands apart from the whole. It's a story of a seed and its contingency of earth, sun, and rain. There are infinite sources that give themselves for the survival of a seed. With care and hope there may arrive a flower and this too adds to an ongoing story, an inclusion birds and insects for its pollination and their benefit as well. Through this contingency another seed, and the world flowers all the more. We are all in process of giving ourselves away to the aid of something greater still. 

it's the contingency of a seed. 

through it all we see the reality of true love, unconditional to its core. We are seeds in care of others; that our own well being depends on love both received and given. We flower only through attention of the whole, the proper light of sun and clear water, a community of nature. 

everything lends itself to one.

it's reality, seamless, enduring - yet not through an individual existence. Each flower is a unique gift of just a moment. It's true story is the endlessness of seed to blossom, of a bee's touch of pollen and its transfer of continuation. It doesn't matter a flower's brief appearance, temporary and tender in its stay. There is only and always the contingency of its story.

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Peace, Eric