Of My Body

Of my body:

to think of my body - and in a certain view I'm no longer sure of a reference point to consider what's mine, for any inquiry leads me further to the world and greater still the universe and every reach of star. This isn't a metaphorical claim, but an actual cosmological view. It's obvious to me that I'm a galaxy of my own, a spacious recognition of particles in a whirl of atoms, elements created in the cosmos, and seamless to the touch of air against me. Where exactly does my own body end and the universe itself begin? My reference point is lost in this consideration. 

of my body, and this seems more to be a claim of awareness - as if there is a witness to it's functions and performance that is more true in ownership, that there is a part of me greater than the sum of parts, a larger body still, unseen, spacious to the point of being infinite in the capacity of its hold. My body belongs to this awareness, more so, it's all too seamless to really believe there's a line of separation, being aware and everything just belongs without a single claim of ownership at all, 

yes, the body is aware, there's no observer set apart from it, that's a delusion of the mind, a trick played by the senses. The word I keep coming back to is seamless, and with this there is no need to draw a line within awareness. Everything belongs and without explanation as to how it may appear. My body shows itself in awareness, and in this very same view so does every tree that meets my gaze. I can just as easily say that I'm a forest, or the ocean, and onward to the stars. 

my true claim is of the universe in proportion. 

of course this is just a story, words used to fill a page. Everything simply is exactly as it is, and no description is ever really true. Yet right now, with the early morning world so completely still, there is no sense of my beginning, infinite of body, and no end point to my view. Just so...this is how it all appears. 

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Peace, Eric