A Shift of Light

A shift of light: 

just a shift of light against a flower top - and then a sudden sense that I'm alive, aware, and somehow joined as both light and flower, being everything at once, as well as something uniquely more lasting no longer than the briefness of this moment. 

just a shift of light.

but the world seems different now.

it's an epiphany without need of explanation, a small grace of awakening, a gift really - I saw myself completely in this moment, as a splash of light against a flower top, and that I was as much the source of this illumination as I was a petal in a reach for light. And all without any sense of an observer being present, no perimeter of a witness, only a brief boundless instant of clear participation. Life...simply happening, flowing, shifting, and aware. 

yes, amazingly, even light's alive, an energy of endless giving, love. 

and then gone, or I should say my sense of self returned, instantly weighing the importance of this moment, deciphering the grace of my epiphany, including myself as a witness to it all. It was no longer just a shift of light against a flower top, it was enlightenment, an ego's claim of great significance and meaning, my own declaration of awakening. 

but not really, it's just a game that's played - in reality I remain a shift of light, momentary, a brief illumination to an endless stretch of life. 

the though of I - is simply an appearance in I am...

and again, it's just a shift of light against a flower top. 

~

Peace, Eric