My Concern

My concern: 

my concern is reality - and I'm curious in the ultimate sense of science and its correlation to ideals of a spiritual nature. To read of matter being composed of atoms and further still a swirl of particles that exist as mostly space between their pattern; and a certain understanding unfolds as to what the mystics told of emptiness and form in the interplay of life. My own experience comes to light as well; of a known emptiness that allows my world to appear exactly as it does. 

yet my concern is reality of a truer sense.

of life in the realness of what each moment holds, experience shifting in my grasp even as I know that nothing's lasting. My days our often bitter sad right now, edged by loss, and filled with mundane task of caring for another who needs so much help in many ways. My own health has faltered in an unexpected fashion, a confrontation of my limits where none seemed present not so long before. My reality is true and solid in the form of loss, sadness, and struggle. 

but ultimately- none of this is so.

these things don't exist in any real form, nonentities all, fleeting even as they seem to linger. I know this, and more I experience their subtle stay in such a way that allows me to note their presence, how brief their actual touch against me, even as the sting remains. I am mostly space to their patterns, aware, allowing, and unconcerned by their appearance. Things exist even as they're empty. I feel their presence even through the illusion of a self that has no true sense of being real. 

that's reality. 

and only my concern.

~

Peace, Eric