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