Whatever Else

follow the breath, mindful, and then - whatever 

else the moment holds. 

nothing more to do

than this

~

Peace,

Eric 

This Very Moment Being Enough

it's not awakening to anything, no brighter future, nor enlightenment waiting. No, this is simply waking from the illusion that there is something other than this, right now, here. It's the awareness of this very moment being enough. And this alone is the miracle and beauty of our existence. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

And All That's Found Is Love

looking - and all that's found is love. We see this in the view itself, expanding always to include just a bit more, accepting even in the judgement of our thoughts. Simply seeing. Through this too we may find ourselves as love - our gaze traced back to source and seeing nothing but the inclusive void that holds the world. 

We look - and all that's 

found is 

love. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Things Are Exactly As They Are

it's always like this, right now, an allowance for all things to come, to be, and to pass through in their own measured way. Our acceptance of this is optional - yet even the suffering caused by our refusal to acknowledge what the moment holds, or a demand for things to be other than what's present fits in perfect order. Things change - and always on their own their own accord. Our actions amount to help only in a sense of perceived relief, we are geared for motion and to seek solutions, and again, even this is part of the great belonging of each moment. 

There is nothing really to do.

Things are exactly as they are - for no reason other than they are here, right now, and this moment alone is all that really, ever, exists. 

Yet we will do all we can to bring about a change - or to hold still a cherished thought in place and  time. It's how things are, or at least the way it all seems to be. But knowing now that it's all allowed, and more, that by virtue of appearance it all fits in some incredible way - we find too that Grace is part of this acceptance. 

And always guides the 

way. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

No Less Than an Entire World to See

today - my practice is seeing, to trace the origin of the view to source, and see the world again from there. It's simple really, with no effort aside from directing attention to objects and then back to where attention begins. True sight is in being honest in what's found. From an outward glance, is there a defining line from form to form? Does a tree become suddenly on its own, without being touched upon by all else held within our view? And then traced back, again is there a line crossed in which a sudden seer is found apart from the world observed? Looking towards what I hold as a belief in self, eyes, face, head, thought - do I see anything at all that could be described as any of these things within my own sight? Do my eyes find themselves - or do they find everything but their own appearance? Looking, right now, I see a world of form in a sudden (yet subtle) stop at where my head should be. It's all still there, everything, accept a solid me. 

So I practice seeing. 

From a headless place that holds a surprising amount. 

No less than an entire 

world to see. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Nothing More To Be Awakened

this is it, seeing, the inclusive take of view - from the

point of one existence. 

no effort

and nothing more to be

awakened.

~

Peace,

Eric 

It's The Myth of Self Improvement

it's the myth of self improvement - as if the assumption of a particular self, and even more that it is subject to demands, could in anyway be other than what the moment holds. We are not a entity fixed in place or time. Certainly there are steps taken for comfort and well being - yet is there a self that benefits beyond the immediate needs of body and mind? In terms of presence - there is nothing that is apart from any other appearance, it's one thing touched upon a differing aspect of itself, and no improvement needed. As a flower is its own perfection - we too are gifted to the earth and sky without a single thought of change. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Awake

awake - as in this moment, seeing all 

there is to see

until the moment passes

and then awake - to whatever 

comes to be

~

Peace,

Eric 

As Exactly What I Am

it's not about redemption, I'm not seeking a better version of myself, and have no interested in being reborn beyond this very moment. This is enough for me. Here. Now. My sins do not accumulate and I find myself free of karmic baggage. By no means am I rid of emotional storms - yet I know of the calm that sits as their center. That's where I abide. 

This is exactly what I am. 

Original innocence. 

But only here - my faceless void that also serves as capacity for all the other things I am as well. There is room for life to be played out in every guise of doubt and damage, fear and the faith of my redemption. It's the appearance of duality that allows me to rest in non-dual understanding. I am none of the things that may appear, and yet too they are not apart from me. 

Seeing this - 

there is no choice, but to 

relax

as exactly what I am. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

That Only One Could Give

it's what you give - your own 

spaciousness for me 

to simply come to form

and so as well - I am the 

same for you. 

~

ours is not truly a relationship - as it would take two for this to be. As I see my own spacious awareness, I find no lines to distinguish us as two. And yet here we are, arising, appearing within a boundlessness in exquisite form. It's a gift that only One could give. 

Peace,

Eric 

It's All One Great Belonging

as we see, as we really see ourselves - first returning our view to its source, and having found a boundless sharing where we once believed a self belonged, we are free then for every detail of the world. 

we see

it's all one great 

belonging. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Exactly What We Are

moment to moment - seeing, and 

timelessness revealed 

there is no great revelation in this, it's just what's present, from the experience of body, to being lost in thought, and the appearance given by the world at large - it's all here, belonging only to this moment. 

and too,

it's exactly what we are. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Then There Only Is Belonging

it doesn't help to hear that there is no such thing as suffering, or that it is optional, only a product of our attachments. Of course this all may well be true - yet our grief, our sorrow, our loneliness, tell us otherwise. The appearance of suffering in the moment of its belief is the reality of that moment. Even in the absence of our belief it is still felt keenly. Is there a path to be free from suffering? I don't know. Perhaps a better question would be - is it necessary to be free? If we grieve, it is not right to embrace the sorrow felt for what is lost? Is the ache of loneliness not a call to seek connection? My own sense of this is that even my denial of such experiences belong to the moment of its arrival and there is nothing more to do on my part than acknowledge its appearance. And it's so with each expression of sorrow, pain, and loneliness - my suffering honored simply because it's present, felt, an has no edge offered in its passing, it is here for whatever length of its appearance. It's this edge-less nature of all experiences that allows us to be truly free, without avoidance a single thing. Everything belongs for the time that it is here. When we see that there is no edge to what the moment holds, indeed that there are no lines between the moment and ourselves - than there only is belonging. Ever. 

Peace,

Eric 

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Peace,

Eric 

There Are No Barriers in This Awakening

who I really am, my original self, and faceless face - presents itself each moment of my surrender. This is no effort of letting go, but simply being present, right now, to the play of empty nature and the rise of our appearance. Nothing needs to be done. It all happens on its own. What I surrender is only my expectation for things to be other than they are now. But even this belongs for whatever length it stays. There are no barriers in this awakening. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

No Matter Which Direction of My Looking

and how I precede the world - my capacity 

served to hold its 

wonder

Of course this is only seen from my perspective, as if there were a split between the two, one coming before the other. My capacity is, and the world appears - there is no point of time involved. Nor is one ever separate from the other. Seeing the source of observation is exactly seeing what's observed. Yet at times I am still time lagged - my emptiness seen in excitement, my original face found (again and again) that it seems the world comes after. In continued seeing I find that indeed, it's all right here, at once, no matter which direction of my looking. 

~

Peace

Eric

I'm Just Another Storyteller

it's only stories told - our view is of the world and of things described through our navigation. We tell stories in the faith of what we come to believe without a single question, labeling and giving names in the hope of better understanding. Our stories give the world a certain meaning, aiding a tradition of countless generations in their quest to give order. Yet no story ever tells a complete truth, each word another layer applied against the bare essence of reality. There is no harm to telling stories, it's the way we teach, comfort, and provide an ease of travel through the length of time we're given. Our stories though, show us only a partial world. If we turn from thought and words, attention not on labels but to the awareness that knows each item as it's own continued presence - how then would our beliefs be told? 

Silence, as important as spoken words. 

Spaciousness viewed as capacity given to form. 

Our own presence the template for the world to be. 

The truth is - I don't know. 

I'm just another storyteller. 

But there are moments, when attention turns back towards the source from which my stories are told - I find the absence of a teller. 

Only presence

mystery

an audience to itself.

And I know - I'm more than just a storyteller. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Yet So Full of Everything

there is no denial that by virtue of thought and form there is an identification of a self that navigates through the world. There is a me believed to be solid. And yet - by simply turning towards the source from which this sense of self emerges, there too is no denial that nothing solid exist. At least it's so in the view I hold. I can't deny either side, and in fact, see no need to do so. On one end - I am empty, open, an endless allowance for all things to be. On the other end there is the world. But here, which is exactly where I now find myself - there is only the view, seamless, no lines to distinguish two. Right here, it's just a mystery, empty, yet so full of everything. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Ours is a Great Welcoming

whatever arrives - it now becomes our meditation. Yet this is not to the exclusion of the world, eyes shut to all but singular object upon its arrival. Ours is a great welcoming, edges seen but not believed to be a line of separation, sounds heard through silent backdrop, and emotions known against the contrast of original void. Even as all this is welcomed - it is soon forgotten in the rush of always more, and this too now becomes our meditation, to see our forgetfulness in the play of this great mystery. It all occurs without effort. Our only role is seeing - and by extension, to simply Be. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Nothing To Seek - Yet So Much To Explore

done seeking - and now it's the mystery of 

this moment, 

as the source of my

expansion.

It seems now as an exploration, nothing frantic, no reach for something not quite within my view - it's all right here, and still it's an unfathomable mystery as to how it came to be, and what may appear in an instant known as each moment. If anything, I am more curious now by the simplicity of the present, of how my own emptiness may serve as the capacity for such beauty, and drama, tragedy, and peace. I am filled with the world, nothing to seek - and yet so much to explore. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Uniquely in its Bloom

there is the will of life to simply be - and as this each individual thing is an expression of the whole. A flower blossoms entirely from earth and into air, at no point is there noted a separation of its being, only one existence expressed uniquely in its bloom. 

Save our own uniqueness - 

we are no different 

than a flower.

~

Peace,

Eric 

Even Our Denial

It all happens now - even our

denial of what appears as

present moment

and here too is our salvation, abiding just now in this awareness.

~

Peace,

Eric 

It's Exactly Like This

it's exactly like this - until the

moment offers 

something

new

and then it's not like 

this at all

~

Here's the mystery and simplicity of it all - we have this moment, full of wonder, and drama and peace as well. Life. And we open to it, we are lived through it, an experience complete in every way, and in a seamless flow, with no will or effort from us at all - everything changes. Life. This moment - offered once more in the guise of something new. 

Peace,

Eric 

Only Seeing

perhaps there is a practice - a means of seeing the obviousness of each moment as it unfolds in a mystery of its own. Yet this is no ritual, no path to follow with an end goal to reach. It's simply seeing, our attention turned back towards itself, a gaze briefly engaged in a curious quest to find the source of its beginning. And to this end - nothing, no realization of grand illusions, no awakening to an instant enlightenment. Only seeing. 

I called this a practice - yet better said it's just a repetition of a single moment, seen through our own innocence, again, for the very first time.

It's not even meditation. 

Only seeing 

what

is

right now.

And that's the mystery - each look will reveal exactly and only what the moment holds, and I have no idea what that will be. Not this time. Or the next. 

It always,

only

holds

the mystery unfolding in the 

moment. 

All we do is look - and even this is just an option. 

The mystery still unfolds

completely on its

own.

~

Peace,

Eric 

In This Belonging

and all things seem to be received - yet now I find no lines to separate what appears and the awareness of their arrival. Things simply are, appearing for their time, and then gone. Even my engagement and attachment to what comes is seamless - as well as the grief of their departure. Everything belongs. It's not that there is a receiving - but that all things are recognized in this belonging. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

From This Absolute

from the absolute - and nothing more. This is not the abstract notion of another plain within existence - it's simply the sum of our experience as of now, nothing more than this, and it's continuation in infinite mystery of space and form. It is absolute as nothing is apart from this very moment, no lines drawn to show a history or future residing on their own. From this absolute - it all belongs. Everything. 

There is no need to deny what seems a misplaced thought, or an experience that doesn't feel as if it belongs in our reality. If it is now - it is. 

And will be until no

longer.

From this absolute - and nothing more. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

There is No Practice to Receiving

to find myself inspired - and to know it's simply a welcoming of the moment, no less so then anytime ever given. Yet for reasons unknown - there is an openness to receive. There is no practice to receiving, no end goal of written words or final project. There is this moment, and writing, and the mystery of it all. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

It's Happening All The Time

and it only seems to be an evolution - progression to the point of letting go. Nothing is truly ever held to, there is no line of surrender that parts our understanding. Everything comes in time as a mystery - departing as the same. Letting go simply happens. 

Right now.

Each word here is read only in the immediacy of presence - and then let go not a moment past its time. There is no effort, no conscious choice of surrendering words to some great void. Everything belongs to its own length of stay, regardless of a wish or curse. Yet even this, even our desire for a lasting pleasure or a rush for pain to go away - even this belongs for how ever long it does. It seems we reach a point where we simply let it all go. Awakening, we see, it's happening all the time. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Even Though I know Better

coming to the page - uncertain, free, even of expectations for words to appear. I know only that I will be met by an allowing space for their appearance. Or perhaps even this is an assumption. Until, in fact writing happens, until words fall through fingers to reach the page - there is only possibility. It's enough to find myself here. 

 maybe later I will claim an ownership to what is found.

even though I know better. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

And So It All Goes On

unopposed - and even our resistance is met in the unconditional embrace of surrender. It all happens in the very moment of occurrence, nothing appears that at least for that instant doesn't belong. This too includes our wish for things to be other than what they are at present. It's in this awareness that we relax, our internal conflict given space to play out its length. Everything is - exactly as it is. Our action will be given within this same awareness. 

And so it all goes on - unopposed. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Nothing More to Do

already surrendered - and each 

moment complete in its

acceptance

there is nothing more to do

~

Peace,

Eric 

It's Our Song As Well

even stillness is not static - always this great allowing, life being in motion, and ever expanding in its capacity to hold the things of the world. Nothing is apart from this, a song is not separate from the silence surrounding each note, music being one thing in expression and existence. As this, stillness/motion, capacity/object - it's our song as well.

~

Peace,

Eric