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Never Just The Same

Never Just The Same

Never just the same:

not quite so again – each moment being a subtle rebirth, shifting in ways not noticed but never just the same. Life is always motion, completely offering itself anew. It’s the only promise I’m aware of, and one I find fulfilled through qualities of experience.

just listening, to hear a sound truly play out from silent plain, seamlessly emerging and yet never apart in…

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With No Agenda

With no agenda:

as for me, I just found myself with a wish to drop it all – no longer the host of labels long collected, with little need to know myself as anything more than simply being. Everything still belonged, life continuing exactly as before. But now I run, without being a runner. I meditate for just this moment on the cushion, no promise of anything more. I write with no agenda, little…

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Life Directly

Life directly:

without real meaning, nothing said in description that captures any sense of true – it’s the experience of life directly that gives hint of what I am, reality always being just this present moment. Everything else is added after this, a memory assigned a certain weight of detail to the mind. Things become meaningful only after passing, a passion for an experience now gone.

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Simply This

Simply This:

as to what I am, and this seems of greater interest than asking who I find myself to be – it all begins with the solid things of life, my assurance of body and then moved to the more subtle aspects of thought and mind. I am made of intricate parts that somehow form a whole, a design of wonder made to navigate its way through life. Yet each part is smaller still, from cells to…

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No True Becoming

No true becoming:

at what point is there a true becoming? As if something is revealed to now find itself complete, finished through every aspect of life, a singular expression of all it was ever meant to be. Is a flower the end result of seed to bud and nothing more after?

this is an inquiry of continuation, of never quite becoming truly one thing – it’s a simple observation of life in constant…

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No More Complete

No more complete than now:

when I am – as if there’s ever a true arrival and not always here and now. This is it, the full extent of all I’ll ever be in the most important sense of being. Yes, my views will most certainly shift, life will be expressed in different ways and I will grow to meet them, continuing too as a unique expression. I will change. But I will never become something other than…

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A Deeper Engagement

A deeper engagement:

it’s a deeper engagement now, my attention turned towards this allowing space in the same moment that details of the world emerge. I find myself noticing the appearance of things, how a sound seems to come from an empty, silent field of listening, and the view expands in order to hold one more thing, never at a loss in its capacity to allow. There’s infinite space for the…

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No True Argument

No True Argument:

only accepting, at all times reality welcomes, and all that I offer in return, from arguments otherwise to refusal to believe, are instantly embraced as well. Nothing is excluded. In knowing this I save myself the effort of denial, sometimes at least, as some pain is difficult to imagine as belonging. Yet by virtue of appearance – there is no true argument against this.

everyth…

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Expressed Without Ceasing

Expressed without Ceasing:

perhaps with no true moment, nothing defined by break in continuity, and no matter how subtle a certain quality continues shifting to another presentation. I find my life isn’t made of captured instant’s, no point so important as to stop the flow of time. I’ve continued, altered in a sense by circumstance, but always going on, life being expressed without ceasing.

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Between The Pieces

Between the pieces:

sometimes I break, infinitely shattered by the impact of a force unknown, and showing little of my depression to the world. Of late there’s been anxiety attacks in the middle of the night, shaken from sleep in a dead heat panic and unable to flee or fight. I sit with it, I pace, breathing patterns altered to help bring a semblance of returning peace. It happens. Often several…

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To Be Added

To be added:

existing before a single concept, without layers of a self to be described – this is the simplicity of being, my truest bottom line. What I find myself to be is an allowing point, everything comes to this to be added as a story, a providing place for life to be explored. I am the capacity for meaning, to know of beauty, grace, and sorrow defined.

it’s all added here, from bare…

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Directionless

Directionless:

in both directions now, this is how things appear – a view that shows form, objects, and the world at large, while too revealing my own sense of spacious holding. Of course it only seems to flow in any one direction, an outward glance to find the world and a reflective gaze to find my true self. Reality shows me that there is only, ever, at once, directionless, and continuously…

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Without Me

Without me:

that it’s all done without me, both personal and the world at large – from functions of breath, heartbeat, and individual senses, all the way to air and sun and the life force that’s been given. It’s all done without my own will added to the story, no effort for any of this to be, and I find myself continuously amazed that it’s so easy to simply belong to it all. Life, so it seems,…

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Always Sudden

Always sudden:

in some ways each moment is always sudden, that I find myself in new surroundings appearing just the same – but nothing is ever static, even stillness allows for the motion of the world, and right now through subtle means I come to something that’s never been before.

it’s a true rebirth, this moment being a collection of past material, particles regathered to familiar form, and…

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Life Only Welcomes

Life only welcomes:

never saying no – life is continuous in its acceptance, whatever appears instantly belongs without argument to say otherwise. My life is a testament to this, filled by moments of misfortune in perhaps equal measure to what’s been cherished. To be alive is to welcome all that comes without delay, and even any argument against this becomes part of this reality. Life only…

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But I am Aware

But I am Aware

But I am aware:

but I am aware, and this recognition seems to be the elusive prize so often sought for, a seekers quest for this particular philosophers stone. The irony, of course, is that this is never not so, from first breath there was clear awareness of life without story or things yet labeled, there was simply existence and newness of each experience. I knew nothing of life – but I was…

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Already Devoted

Already devoted:

to be as this, as I am now, already devoted to what appears and intimate in the sense that it all belongs. This is truly the path of unconditional love, and it’s not one that’s been chosen but simply the way reality seems to unfold to me. This devotion isn’t one of worship, it’s simply the recognition that life continues to surprise, and that events conspire beyond what I can…

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