An Idea

An idea:

it’s an idea, a concept of self, and one that’s somehow gained importance — much of my life was spent in the belief that I was a narrow band of information, opinions gathered from teachers, friends and parents, and my own misplaced point of view. I believed myself an idea, something entirely fleeting that became a habit by recall. The truth is — I mostly don’t know what I really am, it’s too vast to be told, larger than any concept, a mystery even to myself.

I simply…am.

to view a flower is to see a concept, a collection of every flower seen before quickly compared and given contrast. It’s the idea of a flower that’s mostly seen. But not at first — the first glance is always the whole story, that moment just before a point of view is formed, without label, as if this was the only flower in the world. A flower tells its own story at first glance, that it exists without my prior history, original even in repeated views.

a flower…simply is.

an idea always comes later, after anything is first noted — I existed before any opinion of myself, independent of belief and point of view, free of any concepts. I still do. Everyone does. My first glance tells me of your existence, of your mystery, and all without story. I know you more deeply, see a greater truth, with every first glance given. As if you were the only person in the world.

the way to see the world is from first glance — remembered.

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Peace,
Eric