No More So Than Pen Or Keyboard

brought here - or perhaps more apt, simply appearing from their unknown source. These very words are without a writer as their origin, nor are they channeled from somewhere other. They appear, I arrange them in a given order, a vital role for their appearance to the page, yet as well no more so than pen or keyboard. 

It all just happens. 

A mystery. 

And there's nothing more to know. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Yet Always, Presence Only

it's not that we meet - at no point is there lost ground between us, and even to hint of a continuation is to imply that somewhere we leave off and there's room for another to begin. There is presence, only, and a distinction in its flow that appears as you, and a ripple again that seems as me. Yet always, presence only. 

There is nowhere in this that we could meet, or continue, or be anything other than the mystery of this whole - appearing as each other. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

To Only Hold Listening

of a sudden, I find myself soundless - a chamber given to the

music of the world, empty, allowing the moment to

hold only listening. 

and it later comes to me that every note that's 

once been made - has played through

this very same awareness. 

perhaps there has always been this 

listening....

~

Peace,

Eric 

Given To Their Flight

within this view - I am no less the single bird 

found as I am the entire flock touched

against the sky, 

and too I am the grace of air given to

their flight.

there is nothing see to tell me otherwise

~

Peace,

Eric 

Cosmos And Chaos Both In Completion

let's just sit for right now, this one moment - if we insist on noting attention in a mindful matter, let's start with the breath, on its own it functions to bring life, no effort of our own needed. We're just sitting, and here we find a perfect state of allowance. Our heart is beating, the brain commands countless performances, cells begin the moment another ceases - and we're just sitting here in our own, a universe of motion within the play of larger fields unknown to us. 

We're a mystery. 

There is no effort needed to simply be, to prove our existence, or even sit in a mindful manner. It all happens. In fact - a more truthful statement is that we happen, we're an event of infinite proportions and consequence. What happens while we sit is no less than the turning of the world, cosmos and chaos both in completion, and at no point are we apart from this or make it happen.

It's all a mystery. 

And it's happening right now. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Even The Thought Of Me

it was the discovery of nothing, my own revelation of empty presence that brought me to find myself as well in every detail of the world. To see that there was no fixed identity of self, only motion lending itself to the appearance of form, was the realization that at no point did I cease as motion and the world become solid. It was all one constant becoming, a shift of temporary appearances of the one holy thing that made it all. I was empty of self for this to be - and even the fragile identity that I once claimed to be was found to be a perfect expression of the whole. In this nothing, everything was, everything is, and it all belongs - even the thought of me. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Terrain

and now, even more - I find that I am the terrain that seems to be experienced from both ends of the view. There is first and always the open ended side, a clear capacity that only seeks to hold, to expand itself for the contents of the world to be. This - my spacious nature, and in my own truth this seems more a template for experiences to be played out, a terrain lacking any distinctions of it on save the awareness that it offers. Then too there is the view that draws me to the world, a stretch of self that reaches on to sun and stars - I am no less this than the emptiness of it's allowance. Perhaps what I am, what I find myself as - is terrain, both form and formlessness, awake to its own existence. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

One Sided Conversation

it's a one sided conversation - heard as two and yet a single voice spoken through the appearance of another. We are the listening, and more we are the notes played as word and song. I hear you as my own voice given  particular consideration to the points that need to reach me - and as well I speak for you and the world to hear. It's one sided, for indeed, we are presence only, speaking to ourselves. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

It's Our Arrival (Here)

I can't really say that I have any lasting 

beliefs beyond this very 

moment -

and that alone holds the 

promise of existence. 

~

It's all held lightly, to be uncertain in the faith of what simply can't be known, a belief no more than a guide rail through mystery's terrain. In the end, it's all let go - what happens, now, here at this moment, needs no point of navigation. 

It's our arrival.

Peace,

Eric 

As If Tracks

even this - just another story on an empty page, symbols given to the moment as if they were tracks from an unseen traveler, a memory left behind. There is no meaning other than a sense that right now, this is what the page calls for, tracks left in the empty expansion of the moment.

Peace,

Eric 

Fragments Of The Past

sometimes the moment contains fragments of the past, memories being the motion of thought with no borders of their own. Right now, from the warm side of a window, watching a heavy snow fall, and memories of another trying winter from not long ago trail across my mind. Loneliness still approaches even from days past, the loss of my mother, isolated from my wife, and it all still presses on the edge of being fresh, hurt still lingers, and I know it's all but a ghost seeking my attention. Once - I would fight this, to keep the ghost at bay and busy my mind and body, I fought it as an dishonor to the present moment, being here, now, meant a presence pure of past. Yet now, here I am, this moment, with memories of another snowy day that offered pain, and there is no need to fight, no longer even a past to let go of - there's presence, pure in it's allowance of what's gone by, what lingers still, and what will surely pass. It all belongs, it's always, only the present moment, open, and in this I find honor to just let it all be. 

No matter what it may seem to contain. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Always Told As Motion

rain - not separated from clouds or sky, yet 

still, somehow, there's space for

it to fall...

it's really all one thing, rain, but shown in a thousand different drops, intimate with the sky, and received by ground to nourish again new life. It never ends, and it's never the same again, only one story - always told as motion. 

Peace,

Eric 

At Once

at once - it's astonishing to see the 

whole of existence played out

in the details of the 

world

it all happens now

~

There is nothing apart from the whole, to witness a birds flight, a drifting cloud, or a tree in what seems a stationary reach to touch the sky - it's our own motion as well, an aspect of the whole viewed in wonder of itself. 

Peace,

Eric 

A Fair Distinction

as it 

all, 

and at time awake to

knowing only 

this 

~

a fair distinction - to be awake and not state a position as aware or witness to it all. To state awareness brings a subtle sense of separation, object and one who sees yet remains apart. Our awakening is simply a nod of recognition to the whole, that somehow, for at least this moment, there is a knowing of selfless motion given as a name. 

It's one thing, awake to itself, in what seems to 

be a lifetime. 

Peace,

Eric 

Just As It Is

everything - is just as 

it is,

and our faith need not extend a 

moment past this 

recognition. 

in this we come to peace of mind. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Still Our Original Garden

at once - yet always

subtle,

and in this way we

see the world.

~

it may seem like a sudden becoming, or conversely, at once we find ourselves completely unmade - both are an illusion of mind and senses. The world is, now, a mystery of it's own, not needed of explanation, and independent of the labels we've applied. This is the Eden lived before the tree of knowledge - everything existed in its primordial state of wonder. This is still our original garden, what we see just before we remake the world in the image of our demands. There is no need to seek a return, to wish our way back to innocence. 

It's always here.

Present.. 

And all we have to do is see. 

Peace,

Eric 

I'm Not Interested In What's True

and really, I'm not interested in what's true, ultimate truth - but only in letting each moment speak in various degrees of honesty. Beyond this is speculation, and an opinion held that may prove false or non-valid as awakening unfolds. To see is to allow all things, thoughts, and objects as well, to simply be in a reality of equal terms - what is appearing right here, now, may or may not be true in a greater understanding, aside from preference, it doesn't matter if I know its value past this very moment. Seeing, and the recognition of what's present - is all that I may know. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

No One There To Let Things Go

there is no act of surrender - only a 

moment clearly seen that 

there is no self to

hold the

world 

as such there is nothing left to do

and no one there to let

things go. 

there is only, always, simply

being. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Inquiry Into The Seamless

it's a subtle difference - from looking, searching for a definitive answer in infinite mystery, or a dismissal of what is already seen for a concept that applies. And than there is seeing, the simplicity of allowing each object to appear in its own manner, nameless, given it's own length of stay in the moment that is shared. Even labels are seen as a convenience, rising as a thought within the mind, not a true description found. Yet perhaps there is no real difference - looking as in inquiry into the seamless, and only a shift from view to the absence of seer, and we see all that really can be known. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Presence - For The Sake Of Conversation

I like the word presence - for me it hints at an unbroken promise of continuation, one thing simply opening itself to the appearance of what seems another. As presence I am granted this moment in singular form, a lifetime, yet at no point am I removed from the process that gives life itself, my breath is of the same air touched against clouds, my bones and skin made of dust that once belonged as earth and stars. It's all presence in an ever changing pattern of a self-less existence lending itself as space and substance. 

It is exactly what it is, a mystery, and only called presence for the sake of conversation. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Just

seeing - and at a certain point there's just the view, just the sky and the 

flight of it's expression,

shown in this moment as 

birds and every 

drifting

cloud 

~

Peace,

Eric 

It's The Grace For All Things To Be

allowing - and this is the simplicity of seeing, objects noted only by their appearance within the view and not by value of their own. In this regard a tree is found equal to the sky that allows for its branches to spread and the earth that nourishes through its roots. Distinctions are made, and yet it's all seen as a seamless gift of love. This is sight before the added layers of concepts and beliefs. It's natural, it's how we see now in this very moment, and it's the grace for all things to be. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

First Light

it only seems spontaneous - as if at once there comes a sudden drop of every veil that kept us to the shadow side of seeing. The world is made of light. Our sight is always what comes before veil and shadows - it's the proper start to every story told as life. The only spontaneous act is in the remembering of this first light. 

It's always present. 

Peace,

Eric 

Just A Walk

and allow the world to rush in

unimpeded by the belief 

that I'm the seer - 

a simple walk - yet a sudden view of the world through a single eye, no effort given, just a subtle shift that it all belongs, and more that is is all immediate, and rising at the very moment of this seeing. It was a sense of such intimacy, no self involved to complicate this two way reception of spaciousness to form, and without regard to which of these I might be found. It was a walk unimpeded by the notion of a walker, a self, and even the world. 

Just a walk. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

We Are Revealed

of which we are

aware -

and beyond this there is nothing more 

that we could know.

we are revealed always, only in the

present moment. 

~

Peace,

Our Story - Sweet And Bitter Told

our story - no matter how sweet or bitter told, is always, only, known within the template of existence. It all belongs, and more it all appears exactly in the way that life allows, a fullness that holds nothing back from this experience. There is no escape from this, even our denial and wish for change is our story too. To know this is not a source of comfort, suffering and joy continue to be told. Yet now, knowing ourselves not removed from life and all that happens, perhaps now, we simply relax within it's occurrence. It's life, at this moment, and it's always, only the only story known. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Original View

we see - and in this comes 

our acceptance 

seamless

and nothing is excluded

~

Seeing itself is without story, no point of reference, and without need to complicate the scenery with a witness to it all. There is simply seeing. Everything else follows after. 

Even the witness. 

Yet even all this is a belonging of the whole, labeling of objects, memories, and the given role to seer. It's our original view that holds the world in grace and innocence - and it is always present at the very first moment of seeing. 

No effort needed. 

Peace,

Eric 

Through The Branches Of A Tree

as sky is seamless through the 

branches of a tree -

so too is our existence

one thing simply parting to 

itself in wonder.

~

Peace,

Eric 

Beyond This

I don't want to say that I have my own truth, or an understanding of my own - there is this moment, here, now, and there is only what I know at this given time. 

Beyond this is my 

expansion. 

And maybe something more to know. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

With No Effort Given

and in fact - no effort given. The only thing false is is the belief that things could be other than what appears right now. Yet even this has it's place within the moment. Everything belongs. In this light, what is possible to strive for, to reject, or even wish to be. What is - is. Things will soon enough be other and again belong within the allowance of this moment. 

With no effort given...

~

Peace,

Eric 

And Now

from mystery - and 

now, 

we belong only in this given moment, the past a story told and what appears next is unknown until the instant that it happens. It only seems we have a choice in how the story goes, a play of options in which to navigate our future role. And yet we are brought here, right now, with little in the way to prove control. An inquiry into mystery provides no answers, no set path followed or appearing to unfold before us. We imagine scenarios, and maybe they will happen, but uncertainty it the only promise mystery ever holds. Yet we cling to a wish for power, believing ourselves set in destiny's course. Perhaps mystery will hold this course as well. 

It's unknowable.

Until infinite variables play out in their own fashion - and again we find ourselves right here, belonging only to this given moment. 

Marveling at how we got 

here at all. 

~

Peace,

Eric