Is Enough

to not make anything of this - as if seeing is not enough, and 

mystery needs more than what this

moment holds. 

our only role is to be.

there is nothing we could add

beyond a story. 

and the simplicity, immensity, and mystery of 

this moment - is enough for us to

know. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Seeing - And A Small Collection Of Sutras

it's the separating - as if in this belonging one 

thing could ever be other than the 

essence of the Self. 

nothing is really seen as apart, the view itself is always seamless, unfolding in an effortless continuation of itself. 

this is how we see.

true vision. 

in this way too, we find the beauty of distinctions, one thing offering itself in varied aspects of wonder, some in frightful masks and others in full grace of their appearance. 

nothing is left out. 

indeed, nothing could be left out. 

and so there is no real separation, one view, seen from an empty source that offers only the allowance for the world to give itself in every guise and shade of mystery. 

even the seer belongs to the

whole. 

it's always, only, one thing. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Our Only Meditation Is To Know, To Forget, And To Know Again

and now here, this only moment known - nothing is past or beyond this point, there is no slip in thought or body from what the present holds. Even as the mind wanders through hopeful visions of tomorrow, or painful choices from the past - we remain in the timelessness of right now. There is no need to be mindful of anything other than this, no mantra anchoring us to a false assumption of how we stray. It all happens now, here. It's all allowed. Our only meditation is to know, to forget, and to know again that we've never left this present moment. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

A Unique Expression Of It's Mystery

never really knowing - until the moment of appearance it's all a matter of infinite possibilities settled to a singular point of now. This is creativity, certainly there is a honed skill, an artistic intent for achievement - but inspiration itself arrives without thought or effort given. In this regard we are simply an instrument of allowance, life using itself for a unique expression of its mystery. There is little we can do but give voice to this in the way that life has chosen. 

We are spontaneous in our becoming.

~

Peace,

Eric 

Never An Answer

perhaps never an answer - and questions 

simply the means to find a 

letting go,

mystery itself is the 

great allowance 

and it's here, always, that we

reside 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Our Own Headlessness Remains

we don't need to constantly see our own headlessness - once, and only then to bring to ourselves to present view of what we really are. As we find, first an empty seer, and at once capacity for all that's seen to be inseparable from the very moment of our seeing - there is no point beyond this, a practice complete in the instant of its venture. Still, there often follows a forgetting, a solid grasp of world and knowledge and our own presence denied the role of it's embrace. But headlessness remains. So we point - and see it all perfect place again. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

This Is It

as if other - a different state of mind, consciousness altered to suit a particular belief of what's considered enlightened. There is no other. We are a great allowance for every thought to be, an enlightenment offered only to our own sense of self. 

This is it. 

And everything belongs

exactly as it 

does. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Always, Only, The Way

it's the way, always, nature in perfect accordance with itself - and we are not removed from this, no less in our alignment than a bud's turn to flower, a leaf's release in autumn, or a bird trusting in the air. Our time is now, it's the moment of our perfection, no matter if it's to bloom, to surrender our hold on a particular branch of life, or to trust that we are held by the grace of what's not seen. 

It's simply, always, only the way of

how things are. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Seasonal Language

it's a seasonal language - and now the world 

speaks in shades of green, 

through the spring of our

awareness. 

~

no season is apart from another, a world in motion brings a seamless variety of seasonal expressions, each belonging to the whole of what we know as time. Right now the world is vibrant in its offering, green, as if life reaches outward through every branch and blade of grass. Yet even now we turn that much closer to the burn of summer, and further still to the cold depth of winter. The shift is constant. Through this all there is a timelessness that accepts each aspect of a season in full surrender, a grace that allows the full bloom of a flower to the eventual release of its petals to the wind. All things occur within and as this greater capacity, presence, life aware and happening as itself. We too are not apart from this, speaking our own seasonal language. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Distinct Yet Not Separate From Air

and grace is found not just by the wing - but too in the

air that gives itself to flight and 

wonder

it's all expressed in this surrender,

one thing in full allowance to its

own becoming. 

a wing - distinct, yet not separate from air...

Open

always, only, this - even in the faith of what may

come, that which seems to stay, and all

that ever passes.

we are open.

~

Peace,

Eric 

Every Bit Its Part

it's that I find myself now mingled as the world - aspects distinct, yet seamless as the whole. Nothing is misplaced. There is still a sense of self, ego, and this too is just one more thing appearing, belonging, with no drive or meaning of its own. I don't deny a single point, no contention, everything belongs - life is, right now, and I am every bit its part. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Our View Is The Sacrament Of Conviction

let's not imagine - it's not a meditation for the mind, nor a metaphor of a mental landscape to achieve. This is an engagement of our own presence and the capacity to be at once absolute in emptiness and total in the fullness of the world. To imagine this would only leaves us in a belief without experience, another religion without proof. Our own view is the sacrament of conviction, nothing but the clarity of existence given to be seen. It's not imagination but attention that we use. Looking back directly to the origin of the view, attention turned to just before our sight begins - what's found? And what unfolds from here? Any answer I provide would only be added to imagination - this is a moment for your own attention. 

Look.

Explore. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Immediate Fulfillment As Well

it's this disappearance of a believed self that is also the realization for its belonging - of seeing a spacious truth that allows for my thoughts to be, there is no need to dissolve as ego, my investment in so small an idea in stark contrast to this empty presence that is so willing to hold and then let go of this belief. This is what it means to see, returning sight to its source and finding nothing but a willing space residing there all along. There is a disappearance, and yet by equal measure there is immediate fulfillment as well. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Rushed To Our Fulfillment

already, and always open - and once seen, the 

world is rushed to our 

fulfillment 

~

It's as simple as noting first the objects of the world and then a tracing glance back to find the one that holds the view. We're not searching for what's real, it's not an inquiry on the nature of self and ultimate existence. It's just seeing. From this point, from what's seen and as equal what's not seen, we are drawn to a conclusion of only that we are opened ended, no answers other than our place as mystery. This is our meditation to do, look, give a moment to both directions of the view - my own seeing brings me from a world of objects, from trees and every leaf in vivid detail, to that which gives way through deep appreciation for it all to be. I see myself in pure open devotion, spacious and allowing. From this side of the view - it's my favor to serve the world. 

I am open. 

Peace,

Eric 

Seeing My Return

returned - with every glance I am again found in true belonging, my wandering mind brought to the details of surroundings, beauty, grace, all vivid in the moment of my seeing. It's here that I return, empty of absolute location, and yet central by design - each step traveled, thoughts imagined far, I am always no more than a glance of my returning. 

~

It's about seeing - an object simply traced back to the seat of our attention, the origin of sight given a moments favor in appreciation of the view that's held. In this way we return to original grace, sight alone without the weight of expectations. 

It's our return to Eden.

Even though we never left the

garden. 

Peace,

Eric 

A Verge Of Earth And Air

and so it seems we are made of space and a moments worth of gathered dust - a verge of earth and air with no plausible means to be held as form. 

Yet we are. 

To this mystery alone we owe our value, a god to itself in full creation of infinite worlds. This is our unfolding, existence aware of itself but with no grand design save its own expansion. Our life, now, is only an instant in it all, our verge will again be nothing more than space and dust, and yet - the mystery will continue. 

And so will our unfolding. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

I Am - Briefly Explained

I am - space for thoughts to

wander, 

or gather for a moment in belief that

they are form. 

yet always still - I am fully, only, 

presence for it all to be. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Sometimes I Think I know

sometimes - I think I know, and a 

rush of words come to 

my assurance. 

other times grace remains an

empty page, 

and still a mystery 

even as I write these few

words.

~

The only truth is - I don't know. We don't know. It's all speculation once thought, spoken, or written. Yet even as I write these words, and even as they're read, we remain the mystery itself, undefined, absolute in not knowing a thing beyond this present moment of existence. 

It's enough. 

Peace,

Eric 

Not To Be Believed

it's not simply to be believed, but verified each moment from view and what is heard - from sights that touch within our capacity to embrace them, from sounds that drift not against our ears but play their notes to a silent understanding. 

At no point are we removed from what is seen or heard. 

We are aware, 

Awake. 

And everything we see and hear tells us so. 

~
Peace,

Eric 

Intimate In It's Sharing

let's talk of this - our true intimacy, as one thing giving way to itself in order to appear as another. It's the nature of existence. There's just one air shared between us, a common breath drawn and a release giving back to the world. Nowhere are we apart in this, it's a singular respiration in distinct measure. Even our view doesn't break in a clear divide between us, there's point where I find myself separate from what's seen, the scenery of a tree is not removed from my awareness to yours - we see the essence of life touching earth, sky and our own perception as well. In observation, we are in fact as much tree, equally together, as we are observers. Again - one thing simply giving way to itself, intimate in its sharing. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Sometimes By Grace

sometimes by grace - and all effort to the 

point of our surrender, 

belong within its greater

hands. 

~

it's not a concept greater or beyond ourselves, we could just as easily call it mystery - but still it is always, inexplicably, the possibility of our salvation. To be saved is not to be delivered elsewhere, it's not a far off heaven, nor even a place reserved for an enlightened mind. It's right here, our own clarity, this very moment is our salvation. 

Grace - is simply awakening to this

realization. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

How To Be - A Brief Lesson In Several Parts

how to be - and the lesson is of the breath, it's 

release and the faith of 

air returned. 

we are an example of body, heart beating to a rhythm of its

own accord, a living stream of vital parts, each 

serving as a function of the 

whole. 

it's our own mind - holding thoughts judged and 

too the space for letting go. 

our lesson is the world, one horizon in allowance to twilight, darkness, and 

again the sun, it's the seamless merge of seasons, and its the 

flower bud in mystery of its own bloom. 

how to be - and the lesson is, we are now, simply

always, only, Being.

this is no apart from this. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Self Or No-self Alike

no-self, and by this we mean no singular quality, nothing lasting, and not one aspect found separate from the whole - indeed there is an appearance of character, a self that seems to navigate the world, and this is the belief we have lent our identity. Yet the no-self is just as true, equal in reality, and just as readily known. Is there a point where our breath becomes divided from air, our apparent solid form not mingled as the view? It's impossible to see a star apart from the no-self of sky, and too I could not hold your image in my own sight without capacity for this embrace to be. Here, we find the paradox of space becoming the very thing it holds, no-self lending its void for an apparent self to thrive, neither emptiness nor form are denied. 

It's all seamless. 

And so we find ourselves in fact - as no-self too. 

We are both sky and star as well as that

which is aware of both within its

view. 

But at no point are we apart from it all - self, or no-self alike. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Seamless Too

often, I am reminded that it really is right here, now, this moment at hand as my awakening - emptiness noted by the rush of world that meet it. The view is seamless, awake to itself, and I belong within the whole of it, seamless too in my existence. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Of An Empty Page

and really, perhaps I have no right to try and talk of this - giving words to mystery is an impossible pursuit, bound to always end in failure. Even these few words have done little more than obscure the patience of an empty page, 

yet still they are 

received 

 accepted 

and with that there's nothing more to say...

~

Peace,

Eric 

Tenderness Beneath The Bodhi Tree

as the Buddha sat beneath the Bodhi tree, seeking enlightenment, it was not a challenge, nor act of defiance to keep his inner demons at bay - no, it was an invitation expressed in the subtle language of acceptance, tenderness given to each attack, intimacy with what appears and equal care to all that passes. It was a willingness to simply be in the faith of change and mystery. 

Our own Bodhi tree is this very moment - and too there

are demons at hand. 

Right now, we are the Buddha...open, willing, inviting all to

meet in the same tenderness of our

acceptance. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Simply Tenderness

nothing is invited, as well we don't deny a thing to present moment - in this regard we are choiceless to what the world offers and equal in our acceptance. This is the simplicity of awareness, of resting in original nature and allowing life to be in wonder, sorrow and surrender. We are simply tenderness for what arrives - presence for it all to be.

~

Peace,

Eric 

My Own Drop Of Nourishment

it's really just an observation - an obvious truth overlooked by virtue of direction.We hold the world as an outward appearance, and as such it seems to come with a degree of separation. To find you in my view is to see us apart from each other, an object that has its own existence independent of my own. Yet there is another way of seeing - to note a tree is to find both earth and sky in a seamless touch from either end, it's to trace a raindrop of nourishment from leaf to cloud and then to sea. We find nothing removed from the whole. To note further, looking from same tree to the point of our observation is to find the same seamless path of one existence. We are not removed from the whole. And so to find you in my view is to see my own becoming, my own drop of nourishment that brings me to the world. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Nothing Found Fully As The World

examined - and our place

found fully as the

world

We find nothing that is not of us, nothing that contains us, and nothing as the source for what we seem to be. Yet somehow still, we are found wholly in the world. 

And so the mystery goes...

~

Peace,

Eric 

Nothing But My Own Sudden Wonder

perhaps there is no true becoming - just one thing appearing as various aspects of itself. But still there is this subtle, sudden wonder of what it seems that I become. The world is a mystery in what it offers. To find myself at once no less than the continuation of a tree, and no more too than the empty space touched against its branches - yes, I have become nothing but my own sudden wonder. 

~

Peace,

Eric