Merest

Merest:

merest - and yet this belief in a most substantive self has gained such large importance, as if center of some greater world. Truthfully, this person, no more than a collection of traits and qualities, has no real power of its own. It is mere and slight in its perception and role.

there is very little that we do.

it's a larger wisdom that directs our body in its function; there is no self that urges breath to draw and heart to pump and distribute blood. Our ego doesn't gather particles to form the atoms of our existence. This all happens completely on its own and only later do we claim it as ours, as if we've somehow accomplished life as a personal achievement. 

in the vast spectrum of all we are - this self is merest in importance. Yet this isn't to downplay its existence, nor reduce it to a shadow's role. The self belongs within this spectrum, a flicker of aid to help us navigate the world. Through the spaciousness of awareness the self is seen in same seamless belonging as every other appearance. It's a brief and fragile thought that has somehow gained belief in its importance, a flower that thinks it's separate from the field of its existence. 

of course life shows us otherwise; from our perspective we see a flower in its importance, offering pollen to bees and birds and beauty to the world. The merest flower belongs to earth and reaches stem through petals to the sky. It's life in full expression, connected to us all. But it is not its own directive, nor does it have an authority of its own. A flower is an appearance of conditions; the timing of seed in earth and sunlight, rain, and that perfect moment of its blossom. 

but a flower never exists completely on its own.

what we believe ourselves to be is mere expression of the whole; we bloom brief in personality and all the while there is a vast field of potentiality that holds the roots of who we truly are. 

a merest self exist - yet never completely on its own. 

~

Peace, Eric