Through This Seeing

Through this:

through this seeing — everything belongs. No lines are drawn here, only distinctions of a single view. One world, directionless, and truly ours alone. Seeing is immediate and without argument, any debate comes after and only covers details. To see, is to find ourselves without doubt of our existence, to know ourselves seamless, intimate with all that’s held within our view.

and this is when words seem to fail — to talk of seer and view as if they are separate in experience, somehow found apart from the deep intimacy of what belongs. What’s seen is no less than our own spread of existence, life without singular claim of ownership.

just life, endless in its variety.

through this seeing — everything simply is, it’s a world just before any stories are told. It’s why words fail in their main description. To see a tree first without story is to find bare-essence, not really a tree but an expression of the whole in it’s unique form and given function. It’s a return to original life, no story yet told, the simplicity of existence.

first view.

still, this is just more words, another story added on — words have their place within the view, everything does, everything belongs. But words never capture their description. So, I leave off with this request: to give ourselves a…