The tree know when to bloom!
That old woman started as an egg?!
You breathe without even thinking about it.
A starfish become a starfish, not a whale, or turtle.
Skin heals, even when I don't consciously do anything.
Everywhere you look, there is wonder and amazement. And mystery. We take all these small miracles for granted because we're so used to them.
What do we mostly do when we notice the wonder....ahhh.
no separate thing to awe,
we are the awe itself.
This ahhhh, this awe, also applies to the mind, emotions, and all kinds of experiences. When we stop trying to figure it, pin it down, explain it, define it, understand it, predict it, interpret it, or control it...we simply can BE in the awe.
When we stop, what happens is being the very awe, rather than admiring it from afar. The awe, when we allow it, devours us into itself. There becomes no separate thing to awe, we are the awe itself.
And when even one of us touches the awe, it impacts everything. And when one of us hurts, we feel that, too. And there's awe even in that.
I love the mystery. I love you.