Awake From

Awake from; 

waking up from - and this is really part of the illusion, that there is a separate place in which we arrive, removed from sorrow and daily affairs of simply living. But this is where we are, now and always and there's no waking from life in it's every varied aspect. We continue with what life offers, responding to all the moment dictates, authentic, honest. 

we awake to life.

yet still this implies that there's something we awake from, an area of some internal haze that keeps us trapped in our delusions. Perhaps, for some, but I can only speak from my own experience and it was just as subtle as every morning is in waking. A certain light arrived, softly, illuminating my belonging, seamlessly and with grace. That was it - I belonged to life, to the world, and to every moment. It was that simple. And nothing needed to be done, no method would add to this, there was no sense that I could ever belong more than right now. 

I relaxed. 

really, I was never a mad seeker, rushing to escape what the present moment holds, searching for another story to be told in spiritual circles. I considered myself an explorer and still do, with the world laid out through every possibility. There is no place where I don't belong. There is no place...

but here.

it was this clarity that eased me into being, that nothing special happened, yet still my world was utterly different than before. Seeing is like that, the world shines just a bit brighter with the certainty of this belonging. For me, I knew that all was in order, tragedy and heartfelt response, joy in the very moment of my suffering, subtle lines all seen and gone. There's only what life offers now, and always now, and I fit perfect in this equation. 

awake, here, and now. 

~

Peace, Eric