On being headless - it's a look for yourself vision, the view turned back to find its source. There is no trick of sight, no states attained, it's the simplicity of our own spacious wonder. Looking outwards, we note objects, there are things that have definite form and function. Our assumption is that we too are an object held within form, body and head belonging to our story. And maybe so - yet have we ever really looked to see? Tracing the view in a direct line from object to the source that holds the view - what do we see? What do we see - truly see, not imagined, or remembered from photograph and mirror, what is seen from our own investigation? In countless times I have found no head, no face save a brief sight of facial structure that in itself seems to emerge from nowhere. My truth is found headless. And there's more - this headless space is aware, and it's full, it holds the world, and stars and further than eyes can see. It holds you. My face is gone and traded for the beautiful view of you. This is where I find love - my endless capacity to keep expanding, and holding, with no need or wish to hold other than what's now before me. More still I find that I am space for the very thoughts that once sustained my beliefs in a solid world. Life is lived through me - yet I am free to engage in the motion of its passing. In short, at least in times of really seeing - I am free. And my headless view is always here to remind me.
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Peace,
Eric
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