Made Possible

Made possible:

of all things made possible, and I take done of this for granted - air existing for breath, an entire sky to draw from, unlimited, and given with such ease and pleasure. My every exhale should be a prayer of gratitude for what was just received, life in subtle essence, energy for another breath drawn and my entire world to be continued. 

it's all perfect, somehow made so by long design of evolutionary process, earliest plant life, blue-green and one celled algae, merging with bacteria to become the source of photosynthesis, and that my every breath is made possible because this merging has occurred. This is just one example of the infinite miracles that had to happen for life to be exactly as it is now, everything so finely balanced, and it gives me pause to consider all that's owed to the tiniest of things, actions by chance, or perhaps guided by an innate intelligence that urges some larger story to unfold. 

arguing a belief in god is a futile effort for me, to give credit to an unknown, somehow greater source, and all the while life flows with such symmetry and beauty, mystery, it all seems to imply that god is in the essence, every detail of life unfolding, not greater than but the very stuff of my experience. Science simply tells the story of god, but really there doesn't need to be a name for this,to consider one thing divine and another profane, applying labels to it all. It's all just life, sacred by virtue of its appearance and the ease in which it lends itself to my continuation. 

more truly so, I could say that this my story, of my origin made possible by that blue-green algae cell, to the bacteria that allowed itself to be absorbed for a greater life form than being on it's own. My gratitude extends to that singular moment well over 400 million years ago, the tiniest of miracles, and all the other things made possible from that one action and whatever caused its urge. Really, it's clear to me that I am just the tiniest part of a much grander story, that my own life is simply the expression of that moment of algae and bacteria merging, being part of the miracle of photosynthesis, how my breath is so freely given now for every plant and tree to be continued. 

of all things made possible, and being just the tiniest of parts,

yet still, I am so grateful. 

~

Peace, Eric