Very Least

Very least:

at the very least we share existence, a common air for breath and environment for our support. There are molecules shared between us, a trade of atoms, particles and the emptiness of their reality. At the very least, we are energy, essence, expressed in the uniqueness of our form. 

yet always one existence.

at the very least we are aware, and there's an understanding of this basic bottom line even if we're unable to give it proper words. We know that this too is shared between us, and that it lends itself to the experience of our aliveness, a vibrancy of qualities and senses. 

we recognize reality. 

and there's so much more to this, just existing at all against improbable odds of life occurring exactly as it does, and that we're here at this particular point of time, together, aware. At the very least we are a miracle. This should be enough for us, this one and only moment that we know for certain, being alive now and that we share this in the common bond of breath and air, molecules, atoms and their particles sweeping through infinite emptiness to swirl us to existence. Contemplating this - and I am filled with awe of just this very moment, alive, noting each breath in a pass of air against my lips, giving attention to the qualities of all that's noticed, sensations, softness of early morning sounds, thoughts so subtle in their arrival, and that I'm aware of it all, every note of my existence. 

at the very least, 

for just this moment.

surely this is love, pure, and without conditions. Everything is simply recognized for the value of its presence, the exact of how things are, and without need of label, nor consideration of worth beyond the moment of  this appearance. 

at the very least, 

there's love.

~

Peace, Eric