Just being allows me to enjoy a profound type of freedom. Effortless I just observe what transpires in stillness. This quiet "here-ness" liberates me with each sacred moment. Being is a form a of self love. For me it allows my soul to further illuminate. Just being is one of life's greatest blessings. "Being-ness" engages me in a more unified field of awareness.
Being at my home in the Shenandoah mountains I walk enchanted by the trees liberated by their awe. I just listen to the wind through the trees find great comfort with this sound.
Without this state of being I lose my wonder. No longer would I pause to watch the hawk soar above. Life would be dull. Being cultivates my imagination and enhances my compassion for this world.
Being is a generous virtue I take refuge in. It awakens me to new beginnings. My heart and soul expands to ventures in greater avenues of potential and purpose. May I be so fortunate with greater being.
Walt Whitman writes in Song of Myself:
I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or to be understood;