Never just:
it's never just - life isn't flavored in absolutes, of one thing alone without continuation of all that's ever brought this moment to attention. To witness a flower now is to see the nourishment of sun to germinating seed, of raindrops and further still the clouds that released them. There are infinite points to every blossom.
It's never just a flower.
so too the infinite points of our existence - we are never just a person, a personality of self with a history of life explained in decades. There is always more to our expression. Our true story is long and presently vast. There is a length of genetic material that dates us to primordial beginnings, remnants of the Big Bang lingering us our atoms. We are the story of time told this very instant of living. More so is our own present bloom; we are the same as a flower with infinite points of expression, a composite of life through every aspect to bring us to this moment.
we are never just...a single thing.
and even this moment now is changing, shifting in continuation to something entirely other, another brief expression and then a further letting go. It is never just a moment - but eternity and history all in present motion. We are living as a miracle, timeless, and yet fragile in our lasting. To limit ourselves as anything single thing is to disservice all we truly are. We are a gathering of sunlight, earth collected and given form, atoms gained from fallen stars, and so much more and vaster still.
truly infinite in all directions.
~
Peace, Eric
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