Middle Eye

The Middle Eye

The time, this morning, to watch those two squirrels chasing each other over the steps across the street. My neighbor not noticing their antics but me just sitting here watching.

In the watching, the most marvelous inspiration, the thought descending, how such a small thing to watch, intentional, and fleeting but symbolic of all meaningful acts of intention. The moving forward, step by step, in slowness.

Each act of movement, needs such intention, needs such focus. Not to happen but to lend meaning. Enfolded into the thoughtful act, the universe and all the greatness of it’s vastness. Enfolded into those two squirrels chasing one another and me in the notice.

Today, all day, such simple things linking my day. The unconscious world ignoring most all the things being happened. But in the intention, the eye is opened to meaning and all weaves together.