That I Am a River

That I am a river:

and more, that I am a river without true bank to hold an edge, only current touched against current in endless display of motion. To say that much of what I know as the world is an illusion does a disfavor to my experience of reality. Life certainly feels solid and substantive and I live accordingly, navigating with care through the life that I’m living. Yet, there’s a greater theme at play too — things are not as solid as they seem, and my own existence is vast beyond my measure. Reality shows a different scene entirely and that illusions are simply seen in another light.

What I am is a river, a current of potentiality, energy and information — the flow of life in a narrow stream of experience. I am touched against infinite currents, and somehow kept to form, recognized in this personal expression of myself. It’s all a river, one motion, with different recognition’s, the universe awash in information. Energy.

With this now, knowing myself as motion — I give myself away. It’s more than letting go, as this involves a will that just doesn’t belong to what’s really taking place. There’s only surrender to what is — a river serves its continuation and its power stems from circumstances at play, accepting storms that rage its waters with the same ease as droughts that slow it to a trickle. The river itself continues. This is the effortlessness of life, that it happens in rage and trickle without my involvement, but still I am invested in its flow. A current of participation even in this letting go. What I am is a river within river within river…infinite.

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Peace,

Eric