Then What Lines Are Drawn Between Us?

if I, myself, am without borders - then what lines are drawn between us? My own view is distinct in clarity. I see my absence and then a sudden form, from nothingness to thoughts and body, and all the while I am only known as pure awareness - that which remains through all that passes. And so this all comes without a set wall that limits my location. I won't be found separate from Source, nor can I be apart from all else that comes forth. The reality is - there are no lines between us. We are one, continued as the appearance of another. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

As If We Exist Always As A Horizon

at what point do we meet - our distance is shared between us, space seemingly touched against two, and yet our view reveals only a continuation. It's as if we exist always as a horizon, or our own demonstration of seamless merging. In truth I see no lines between us, no telling point of an ending or beginning - every horizon shows us our reality. We are distinct aspects of one thing played small for the pleasure of revealing ourselves again as whole. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Schaumkommen

as form - we are a temporary wonder, an appearance inter-acting with a world appearing. It's not that we're an illusion, but more so a limited play against and within a greater reality. We come to form as a brief expression of a continuing whole, we appear and in this regard we share the backdrop of reality with all other appearances. A blade of grass, a mountain, to every star, we are no less joined in our appearing as too the holiness from which we appear from. We are each a divine expression of the whole. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

The Belief Of Our Connection

even the belief of our connection is misleading - as if I could leave off for your beginning, or we each didn't mingle as a pattern of creation, full against each other. We are one presence, seen unique in our appearance, yet one always just the same. Our connection is dreamed as separation for the later awakening of what we are together. 

One presence. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Love Remains In Its Embrace

and in return - we offer only love. For even in apparent contradiction, we receive it all in fullness and an allowing grace. It's our gift of spaciousness, an interior void of our own assumptions. Everything is accepted - and in this light we are free to deny the reality that even this is so. Regardless, love remains as its embrace. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

At The Depth Of Suffering

even here, at the depth of our suffering, to the 

point of our surrender - 

we abide in the true love of 

our existence. 

~

Maybe even especially here - when only our brokenness provides meaning, it's here we realize our truth is immeasurable, what broke was only beliefs gathered in a false location. We were never limited to a mind that suffers, or a body that fails. We break for the spacious of love to prevail. At the point of our surrender - we are always met by love. 

Peace,

Eric

Emptiness Found Where We Used To Be

it's the moment when we disappear  - sun, breeze, and emptiness found where we used to be. Yet somehow there remains an awareness of it all, a presence knowing itself fully as the sun, and breeze and yes, awake as the very emptiness that claims us. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Our Truth Is Always Blue Sky

Our truth - we are without identity, no self proclaiming to be center of importance in a limited existence. We are clear of all such things. What we are is clarity itself, an open sky unaffected by the storm of clouds that may appear in passing. Our truth holds to nothing, even in forgetful moments when we cling to illusions of thought and ego, even then we remain blue sky. We are not a self made by thought, form, or false assumptions of emotions. We are not a name, nor history of an imagined lifetime. What we are is the template that allows these things to be. 

Our truth is always blue sky. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

To Serve This Holy Cause

clearly proving space - no edge, nor lines drawn to define me as other than what can only be, my continuation as the world. 

~

And so seeing the evidence that my own self is not contained in thought or form - I am free to explore myself as clear capacity, knowing that all that's viewed is indeed accepted as my own, and even more, is held in a love pure in its devotion to serve this holy cause. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

There Is No Point To Our Surrender

not letting go - for seamless, there is no point to our surrender, our longing joined to what now and always belongs to us. In truth, we are absent to desire, our own presence knowing only of connection. To let go is a thought, a belief that we are other than complete within the moment, it's an action when only stillness is required. There really is no letting go - it's simply a reminder that we are whole, now and forever. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

It's All A Story Told As Fiction

I am - and past these words it's all a story told as fiction. Our life is a deceit of beauty and pain, sorrow and delight, played against the backdrop of reality. Truth is silent, unconditional, and giving always its acceptance. We live a fiction felt real, solid, and believed. It's our own manifestation of light and shadows. It's a mystery. Yet - I am, this presence of before, during, and which remains after every story told - this is what we really are. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Another Way To Know Ourselves As Love

it's just another way to know ourselves as love - our true transparency is the means of seeing the world in place of self, a trade of spaciousness for form, and always room to bring more within our sacred hold. There is no judgment in love and in this light we see ourselves as the acceptance of all that flows through us and at once free in order of their release. It's all allowed by simple virtue of its occurrence - we remain as love even in the betrayal of ideals and shifting faith, our thoughts are given to their independence, and reality is as always undisturbed. We are able to see this love, our own empty awareness, viewed through a seamless trace from what appears an outer world to a sudden shift of absence of the one who views. There is only seeing - and just love remains. 

~

Peace,

Eric

Made Open

to receive - made open, transparent, nothing lingers past the moments of its noting. We are host to what the world offers. 

~

Peace,

Eric

The Grace Of Our Surrender

not by force of will - but the 

grace of our 

surrender. 

and in this all things show their

own perfection. 

nothing more is needed. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Without The Weight Of Meaning

listening - and without the weight of meaning 

pressed against sound,

everything heard drifts again to the

silence of its 

home. 

~

We are simply the receiving, emptiness in a giving state, eager to be filled. We can be known through distance, offering spaciousness for objects to appear, or steps to be measured. Our gift is in being open, as capacity for form to be present. We offer ourselves in service to the world. 

Peace,

Eric

Simply Presence

simply presence - and all things held and at once let go within us. We are the backdrop, the interior silence that offers a continuous allowance. Thoughts drift through us, sounds give note in passing, and sight being no more than witness to our own expansion. We pose as distance for the illusion of compare - but in truth we are immeasurable, and everything is found at center. Simply presence - and as this we know exactly what we are. 

~

Peace,

Eric

This Alone Shines As Our Arrival

with no effort - love requires nothing save acceptance, and even thoughts judged wanting belong in its embrace. It's not a matter of letting go, as if light would ever need to let go of itself  in order to expand within darkness - no, we too illuminate by presence and this alone shines as our arrival. No effort is given - it's simply who we are. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

At Once In Times Of Wonder, Even This Is Gone

Through - and to the point of no witness, nothing observed, simply presence all alone. What we are is a great transparency of allowance, life happening on its own accord for the single purpose of its own rhyme and pleasure. There stands no reason that we may know, it's all a speculation into mystery, and it's enough to recognize that there is no need to know beyond this. Life happens through us, as each event, as the capacity that expands giving room for it all to happen. At first we can see this - a match made between aware capacity and the outward view, and at once in times of wonder, even this is gone. Life happens - and there's awareness. 

Peace,

Eric 

Giving Way To Pressing Needs

perhaps capacity is a word that better serves a description of our being - if we are emptiness it's only so in relation to what we carry. My spaciousness belongs to form and willingly expands to hold the world. And too it knows of intimacy - offering room for the singular purpose of your company. As capacity we ask to be filled, we are void only for the sake of another's presence, we give way to pressing needs of form and beauty, allowing all things to be. 

We serve the world. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

The Love Of Which We Are

it's all held in love - everything occurs within this great framework, accepted, and allowed its own stay. Nothing is excluded. This is the love of our most mature understanding, our truest nature, it's the love that favors others with the spaciousness that it offers. It's a love that asks to be filled and yet continues in expansion, giving space even in its intimate press against what's held. This is the love of which we are - no judgement of our own perceived smallness, patient to the forgetfulness of a life lives through it, there is no concern that we may wander. Only love is found. Only love is real. Only love - is what we are. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

I'm Not Just Myself Anymore

Fortunately I'm not just myself anymore - or perhaps better said, I am not alone in the self once recognized as only me. I am more. And I am less. Seeing myself as form, a self limited to thought and by appearance, my world was narrowed to body and mind. There was others, objects, and things that belonged "out there" in separate thoughts and forms. We were apart in different worlds. And yet none of this was true. There is another way of seeing, a true sight of what we really are. This is what I saw - at first the objects of the world, things apart from me, belonging to a space all their own. This same view was traced in a return route directly to the source of sight - looking from objects, and things and others, and then searching for a self that holds this all in single view, I found a curious absence of where myself should be. Certainly my thoughts remained, and a sense of identity to the form that lead me here - my legs, and arms, and body, all present. But there was no head to be found, no eyes that could lay claim to what was held in sight. What I actually saw was everything. These objects, and things, and people were all found where I once believed only I belonged. Meaning I was the capacity to hold the world. Or again more truthfully what was there was simply and singularly only capacity and here to serve the world in each and every of its endless expressions. Including the me I thought I knew. Fortunately I'm not just myself anymore - I am all things now seen as One. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

No Less In Their Becoming

ceaseless - as rivers flowing to an 

oceans edge and are no less 

in their becoming 

we too are more than single bodies.

~

It's not air, and then breath, then air again - we breathe the sky itself and in this we too expand to a greater reality. The same is true in steps and earth, at no point does one separate from the other. We meet ourselves on the grounds of our own becoming. Like this - we are ceaseless, just one thing opening itself to its own mystery, countless in the ways of its expression. 

Peace,

Eric 

A Larger Mystery Working Through

as if I'm a writer - in truth, words appear and drift to page from fingers, there is a sense of order only to the moment of appearance, and beyond that nothing need be done. There is no doer, there is inspiration channeled in form of artist, and this too is simply the means of a larger mystery working through. As if I'm a writer - in truth I am nothing more than inspiration given form. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

In The Appearance Of All Directions

it's the view - seamless from

point of origin. 

revealing always our

own expansion.

~

At no point in seeing is there a break from view to find an entity known as viewer - in a continuous sweep from ground to body, we see only presence in process of allowing the varied range of its expression. From body, further on to search for the origin of the view, presence itself expands to the infinite emptiness of it's promise. Nowhere is there a line to separate what is seen from seer - awareness simply is in the appearance of all directions. 

Peace,

Eric

My Faith - In Equal Measure

It's simple really - a practice not of self discovery, but of remembrance, of seeing who I really am in the two directions offered. My gaze is focused only on reality, of what's found in view as well as what remains absent in a search beyond long held beliefs. My faith is in the seen and not seen in equal measure of what can be found. The practice is looking - an outward glance shows the world in form, faces, and objects. All things. Returned again to source, looking for a self belonging to the view - I find a world of spacious promise, empty, formless, and willing in its capacity of acceptance. Nothing there - and in this regard, all things are welcomed. It's simple really, this practice - I look, and abide in the faith of what is seen and not seen. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

In This Awareness

my own awakening was simply coming to a subtle sense that the truest part of me - had never been asleep at all. It was the realization of being aware and that even in forgotten moments, times I felt I had been drifting, asleep, had indeed been held in this awareness. With this - I relaxed. There was nothing more to seek, no need for spiritual performance, or beliefs in rituals of the past. And yet all those practices remained, but now with the joy that comes with freedom. It's all here, the journey, mistakes, my lived in it's imperfections, the sense of who I am both small and large - it's all held in this awareness. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

The Deception Of Two

it seems even our intimacy is a shared illusion - as if once apart and then joined together in an act of love. Our truth is of a deeper intimacy, it's one thing seeing through the deception of two, it's the recognition of another's emptiness as an offering to hold our own becoming to the world. It seems that intimacy is the natural order of all things. We only have to see ourselves as one. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

And As It Is - We Are Sorcerers

and as it is - we are sorcerers, given form from emptiness, a mystery in our play of life. In this role we are an appearance in the endless backdrop of reality, a brief point made to infinite promises, we are an illusion of becoming, seemingly solid in an immaterial world. Yet now it comes to reverse this role and see ourselves as source again. It's the magic of dissolution - the undoing of self to join the whole. We simply look from world to source, from form to formless, from what's seen to that which ultimately holds the view. It's sorcery - a return to emptiness, and the mystery and promise that it offers. 

~ 

Peace,

Eric

We Are Listening Itself

and then it's not so much that we hear - as that we are listening itself, silence at core, and simply give note to sounds in passing. To hear is the valuable art of distinction, a voice recognized, the song of birds remembered for the beauty of their call. Yet listening is the template that allows for this creation - stillness offering itself for a words caress, a soundless void giving space for the worlds vibration. We are the listening - silent, receiving, and the grace for things heard. 

Peace,

Eric 

Without Letting Go - We Are Endless Space For Things To Wander

without letting go - as nothing is bound by form or location, we are free to roam in the space between things. Even thoughts are brief in their appearance, given to repetition to fill the mind with their belief and meaning. Yet far more to be mindful of the awareness they pass through than the moment of their occurrence. We are endless space for things to wander - in this light, there is no cause for letting go. Everything passes. 

~

Peace,

Eric