The Far End Of Light

At the far end of light - we gather as the form of its existence. Brilliant in our way. As such, we illuminate the path of our own self-exploration. To know that we are the end result of a stars travel, an extension of even the farthest sun - indeed, there is no doubt of our brilliance. 

Peace,

Eric

Temporal Things

ourselves timeless, still, and without waiver - yet

serving as the capacity for temporal

things to wander

We are presence for the world in passing. 

~

Peace,

Eric

From Our Self To Ourselves

at the near end of our gaze - only presence found, and turned now to view the world, we find ourselves as well. There is no point where one becomes the other, presence serves as the capacity for our personal distinction, as well as the world, and stars, and galaxies to be. Presence is empty of details so varied forms in every guise of wonder may appear. It's an offer of love - from our Self to ourselves. 

Peace,

Eric 

Within, But Not Within

Within, but not within - our location isn't found in the obvious conclusion of the flesh. There is no part of the body that contains us, and even the body whole is not large enough to hold the truth of who we are. From where we look, our bodies, and by extension the world, are held within our very presence. We are not found within body or world - but the body of the world if found within us. Simply look, this truth is plain to see. 

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and knowing that even the greatest distance is found within our presence - we take our travels lightly. 

Peace,

Eric 

Only At The Edge Of Our Identity

every edge loves the abyss for what it offers - and our skin too is pulled by the same desire, made of light, and air, and the dust of earth, we are form only at the edge of our identity. A continuation of who we are is always pressed against us. 

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My love for running is largely a matter of seeing my own continuation through the means of motion, it's as if I remain still at center and the world revolves in a scenery of new becoming - and who's to say that this isn't so? 

Peace,

Eric

Appearing As This

appearing as this - and the view is the

guesthouse for the grace of

our becoming 

~

Every appearance is our own - from empty/awareness to the world there is simply one thing appearing to itself for its own mystery and pleasure. We are familiar with a view that holds all things as if distant from the viewer, and yet turned back towards itself, all that's found is a curious emptiness that holds everything within an endless embrace. Every appearance, from object to thought, is a guest for our becoming - from emptiness comes a world that all fits within our view, and now seen, we trace a direct line again to source. There is only one thing - appearing as many, and each an invitation to recognize ourselves in its becoming. 

Peace,

Eric

Always This

never not this - and even in the changing scene of life unfolding, we remain the open source for it's allowance. There is always two ways of seeing, our outward faith of world and form, and then too our turn towards a formless truth. Two ways, and yet there is no way to see the two apart. Once our spaciousness is seen, there comes only aspects of ourselves to fill it. There comes the world. Both form and formlessness exist as one. It is always - this. 

Peace,

Eric

For Love Alone

For love alone - and 

so the world. 

~

Existence is - and no reason beyond this is true to reality. We explore this mystery not so much for answers, but for the sake of interior traveling, to navigation aspects of ourselves thrown to far and dark corners, our own light providing self illumination. It's here we find the world, a place given perhaps for this purpose alone. We find that nothing is denied, no experience found to far beyond the pale, and an inclusion of things that fit no understanding. Everything is allowed. In this allowance we find what's holy - Love holds with no preference, neither seeking to bind nor let go, there is always and only room for all things to be. Love is our existence. And all there is - is love. 

Peace,

Eric

As Galaxy And Molecule

From cell to skin and further still - we continue in layers of world and sky, infinite in our expansion. There is no breakdown of an independent self existing separate from the whole. We are as much galaxy as molecule, belonging only briefly to the vehicle of form, our true nature a spacious understanding. 

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So too we recognize ourselves as distance - a runner is just the means of self navigation. 

Peace,

Eric 

For The Pleasure Of Creation

Serving beauty  - our very presence being the capacity that allows each moment its distinction. All things occur within an openness that seems to part in subtle wonder for their appearance, spaciousness somehow giving rise to form. As a flower blooms in an expression of sunlight, rain, and garden - we too are fertile ground for life to bloom within us, providing beauty the nourishment of attention. At no point are we apart from the beauty that arises, a flower belongs to the whole of existence, and we too serve for the pleasure of creation. 

~

Peace,

Eric

Imagined Borders

Imagined borders - as if this too were not included as the whole. Our nature is not determined by form, nor the distance held between things. It's not measured. The border of our flesh is no less than light itself in a solid moment of joyful wonder. We are simply the continuation of one thing appearing as another, offering a wall against our own spacious embrace for the sole purpose of a touch. It's why we have imagined borders. 

Peace,

Eric

No Letting Go

There is no letting go - only a recognition that spaciousness is our true existence and nothing last beyond the point of our attention. We surrender only to a reality that regards all things in their perfection, and even this is simply what occurs within our presence, no effort required for our true nature to bear witness to their passage. This then, is awareness, a clear sky of permanence that maintains itself in unconditional acceptance. It's what we are - and again no effort required for this to be. 

Peace,

Eric

Sky Gazing

Looking -  and at a certain point the sky no 

longer seems apart from form, 

and now, we find ourselves 

continued as the view. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Powerless And Power

It's not that we are powerless - no, more so it's that there is no certain self that stands to gain or lose a sense of power. Who we are is an expression of the One. It's all power. 

And we are that. 

Peace,

Eric 

Gathered Now As Form

Aware, and gathered now as form - perhaps, if only to

know the touch of one existence. 

~

We are divided, not as reality, but in the experiences arising within presence - at no time are we apart from the whole and yet we give ourselves to playful encounters of our own design. To know the nature of a touch we pretend our own separation, we imagine steps as reaching for the earth, and distance as a place of our achievement. It's how we play. Even as we deep down know the truth of one existence. 

Peace,

Eric

Continues In A Infinite Stretch Beyond

The entire universe reaches to the moment of our

becoming - and still more, continues in a

infinite stretch beyond. 

At no point are we apart from creation. 

~

We continue on as distance and even more in a never ending stretch of pure existence. In this light - there is no place that is beyond what we truly are. We continue, and still every step we reach our destination. 

Peace,

Eric

Nowhere To Go - And Yet...

Nowhere to go - and yet the 

world continues through

the stillness of our

mind

~

We are the capacity for motion, wide open for the world to move through the stillness that we offer. Everything is played against this template, sounds and thoughts arise and pass through silence, objects appear from within a view given from our own headless space. Our presence is one of allowance - offering no resistance to what a moment offers, refusing to grasp for permanence in a temporary world. Even thoughts that fight to hold or push away something we encounter, are accepted in their belonging. We are the capacity for all this, and more, it all occurs through one existence. 

Peace,

Eric

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A Measured Length Of Intimacy

The intimacy of distance - spaciousness shared in one caress, slight against each object of its devotion. This too is our touch, finding ourselves not just form confined to a single location - but an endless stretch of existence in a reach to know our own formless nature. We give ourselves to a measured length as an act of intimacy, dividing ourselves in the illusion of space and object as a display of love. 

It's who we are - and there is nothing greater. 

Peace,

Eric

And Then A World Continued

From nothing - and then a world continued in thought and form. There is no point where one becomes to the decline of the other. It simply happens. One thing, undivided, and we are equal to each aspect of existence. 

~

Our path doesn't lead to any single destination - yet through distance alone we come to our arrival. 

Peace,

Eric

From This Alone

Subtle, yet at once - and we become the 

world from this 

alone

~

Bearing witness to our own spaciousness at once brings us alone to one existence, as well as each distinction that falls within our view. Simply look back towards the point in which the world begins, trace our line of sight directly to its source - look, we are headless, yet full of all the world offers. We are undone in the wonder of becoming. 

Peace,

Eric

Of Our Encounter

passed through - yet somehow full of every

sight and wonder of our 

encounter 

~

The path is an extension of presence - and all who travel touch upon their own wonder in the guise of all the world offers. 

Peace,

Eric 

Flight Becomes Our Own

a birds flight is not separate from the grounds of our own imagination - we are joined in the same expression of wonder. Our reality is spaciousness itself, both earth and air are bodies appearing in one existence, and so too a birds flight becomes our own. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

In Love

Everything is held in love - it's subtle, and at once infinite in its expansion. Nothing is denied in this embrace, a moment is cherished not for what it holds, but simply for its appearance within awareness. Just as soon there comes a letting go - and love too provides a grace for all that passes. Love remains. 

~

Distance too, even in its furthest reach - remains in the subtle arms of loves embrace. We run with love, and always as love. Every step. 

Peace,

Eric

In Wonder Of Ourselves

Even this an appearance  - and not apart 

from the source of its 

arising. 

~

There is one existence - awake to itself in every detail of appearance. It's an empty capacity that begs for self-fulfillment, a template that provides it's own creative form, it's both garden and all that blooms within. It's the God-head. Yet more than all this - it's what we are in the depth of being, spacious, and in wonder of ourselves. 

Peace,

Eric

As The Becoming Of My World

and with no line found 

between us -

I see you as the becoming 

of my world. 

~

In seeing first our own absence as a solid front against the formless - we come to find the view in a new light of our becoming. Here we see that we are space for each other - I am  not crowded within narrow confines of body and thought, but the capacity to allow these things to be, I am built open for the sole purpose of the world. To hold you in my view is to recognize ourselves in continuation, and through you we come to further points of explorations. 

~

Running is simply the art of becoming the world in motion. 

Peace,

Eric 

Let's Begin

Let's begin with the premise that we can see our own absence in the world - through a direct gaze returned to source we find not a seer, but only seeing, and an awareness that holds it all in single view. Let's begin with an attempt to see our own head, to retrace a line of sight that allows our eyes to behold themselves - simply look. Only two things are found - nothing, and everything. We assume a head that occupies space while in fact there is spaciousness alone that holds the world. Look again, rely on this sight as the evidence that we are indeed formlessness channeled to a finite point of form and wonder - we are absent, but again we are here in a joyful experience of it all. Let's begin with simply seeing. 

~

We are awareness - yet still we are motion channeled through a runner's form. 

Peace,

Eric

Inspired

To be inspired - as our own spaciousness is matched to page and infinite possibilities come to a moments form against us. We too are written from an endless source as a brief expression displayed in time, we are poets of our own wonder, giving both words as well as empty page. To be all this is not to search, nor wait, for inspiration but to simply abide in the awake awareness in which all things appear. From this source - what we need will be delivered, and in truth is always here. 

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We are fueled not by food or water but the world itself in all its beauty. Of course we tend to our bodies on every run - but what sees us through the course of distance is inspired of our own continuation as an endless source. We too go on forever. 

Peace,

Eric

Broke

and suddenly - I am broke open, and again

become the world in all its 

spacious wonder. 

~

Peace,

Eric

Our Only Act Of Letting Go

Our only act of letting go - is the concept of self we hold to, and the

moment we surrender to the sense of something 

larger. 

~

A bird gives itself to flight. Our steps have faith for the earth to catch their fall. There is an ease in letting go. It's how we find out who we really are. 

Peace,

Eric

God Alone

God alone - and so too as

our existence.

This is the inclusion of all things to the point of no departure. There is God, infinite, ineffable, and alone as only this reality - and then there comes an appearance within this template of creation. This is our mystery, the suddenness of form against the backdrop of formless promise. We could be anything - and in truth we are everything, yet, right now, this moment, we are an appearance of such unique beauty, that a lifetime is give for the fullness of its expression. Indeed, we are a gift that God alone truly understands. 

~

We run alone - an aspect of the whole. 

Peace,

Eric 

Grace Found In Letting Go

and the grace found in letting go has always 

been the present moment of 

our acceptance 

The world appears in perfect order. 

~

We would often prefer things to be different, or to remain the same - and the effort to affect change or maintain a certain standard is sincere and belongs within the grand perfection. And that's how we relax, to simply know that even our wish for another chance, or change of situation is held within a compassionate embrace of acceptance. Nothing is out of order. But it can certainly feel like it. So truly, the art of letting go is nothing more than the realization of our aware presence - it's all held within the spacious capacity of who we really are. 

And that's endless in the grace of 

its acceptance. 

Peace,

Eric