This Moment

This moment:

this moment I'm aware, gifted with life, bookend by mystery. Before this, unborn and without recollection, nothing. There will be a time of my return, slipping again to whatever this secret holds. I just don't know and offer no speculations. 

it's enough to be aware. 

there is some belief that this continues, lasting past the point of death, conscious and remaining so. Many hold this as true and perhaps it is. There is a great wish for absolutes. Yet if everything were to be extinguished now - there would be this one last precious moment of aware. That's the secret, it's what mystery really offers.  

right now. 

this is all so easy and natural it's taken for granted - and indeed it has been granted, given by some grace without my ever asking. It's all a somehow moment. That life offers me the capacity for breath and an entire sky from which to draw from. More so, with each breath I can know the air of my connection, aware that I belong with every certainty of a bird in flight. The sky is my home too, even from the ground, and my every breath will tell me this is true. It's all so perfect, somehow. 

and it's why I'm without need for absolutes, curious, yes, but not driven to hold a belief that won't be proven. I have the mystery of right now to be explored, how life offers me an entire world, right here, as if an extension of my very skin. To be aware is to know the intimacy of existence, nothing is truly far away, everything that counts is immediate, here, and always so. 

as with every gift, there is no promise this will last. All of life is fleeting, and my assumption is that each moment found aware is as well. It's to be cherished. To lend myself to any belief of absolutes, no matter how convincing, holds me to a falsely given promise. I am sure of right now, of my existence, a breath of air, and presence of the world. 

I'm aware. 

~

Peace, Eric