Always One Of Tenderness

the response is always one of tenderness - even in a moment that seems broken past repair, each piece held in the grace of presence. Nothing is ever truly rejected. It all belongs within a  seamless reality that lends itself both as form and the space that curves against it - one thing. Presence. There is always this tender receiving -spaciousness holding an object in devotion, each piece that may be broken accepted in its hold. Nothing will be lost. 

Not you. 

Not me. 

Ever. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

A Repeated Letting Go

and into this surrender - there is nothing denied, not a thought or object that will not at once be let go of in it's time. There is no effort required. We are healed in the very same moment of our wounds, and even to cling to damage is simply a repeated letting go and will find it's our departure within forgiveness. Our only role in this is to be alive, aware of our awareness, relaxed - and into this the world, and all it holds, will be surrendered. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Tender Brokenness Of This Moment

just feel, right now, the tender brokenness of what this moment holds - the world is a beautiful, agonizing place. It's all happening now. Everything. And we are in no way apart from it all. Beauty is at once heartbreaking in its fragile, brief nature , and too a gift so pure in its giving that a moment seems eternal in its encounter. This is life, and we are an active stillness in it's play, aware, and yet full in participation. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

In Worship To Itself

this moment - an alter upon itself, and I give to it each item or thought that's cherished or wished to be other than what is now held. My life is surrendered to life. Everything is allowed to burn in its place, with no concern given to ash, and no hope to that which may next arise. This is my religion, right now, a self-feeding fire in worship to itself. 

It's all holy. 

This moment - both death and resurrection. 

And nothing need be

done. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Common Borders Of Our Sorrow

it's not your sorrow that is shared - but the

space in which it's held,

and in this we find our 

common borders

~

it's a private thing - sorrow, despair,they all belong to a unique aspect of our world. Perhaps untouched by the caring of another. Yet empathy is not a broken wall between us, allowing an experience to be shared - empathy is but the space of our belonging, what holds us both in our distinct brand of suffering. This is what we share, presence, our own reality that allows all things to simply be. We are the love that gives room for common borders - and as this, your sorrow is sacred now to me. 

Peace,

Eric 

Privilege, Faith, And The Art Of Not Knowing

the privilege is in not knowing what words may follow - yet having faith that the page is always waiting, open, patient, abiding as the very space it's giving. We too are not apart from the space that receives us, faith is not an empty belief but emptiness itself in welcome. Coming to the page, writing, is no different than life itself, a creative happening occurring on it's own - the privilege is in the mystery of each moment. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

There Is A Lesser Gravity

it's a note of sadness, belonging to the moment known - and nothing needs to be done, no thought to replace it, it simply is, and will pass in a timing of its own. There was a time when these notes were weighted with a greater gravity, and all of me was given to their pull. Everything is different now, and yet it's all the same too. Sadness is noted, despair, sorrow - they all still appear within my framework. But somehow, there is a lesser gravity. 

In this sadness, right now, it's enough to

simply know that it 

belongs. 

In this knowing - I'm free. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Certain Of Only That We're Here

it doesn't have to be anything other than what each moment holds, even our preferences our sacred in this belonging. Nothing can be different than right now. Everything will change. There is peace in this acceptance, for whatever occurs will be in order, perfect in the pain it brings, or the joy that's found in its arrival or departure. Right now is enough. It's all we have. Our faith is not one of deliverance - but of abiding in the moment, certain of only that we're here. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

A Storm Of Just One Thing

it's all deceiving - right now, I seem to be separated from rain by a pane of glass between myself and the storm, a window to witness an event apart from my own participation. Yet I am not removed from this at all, I receive the sound of every drop that finds its way against the glass, my view is inclusive to ground, air, and clouds, at no point is there a break in this existence. This moment, finding myself near a window - I am rain, and earth, giving, receiving, a storm of just one thing happening on its own. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

To See Myself

it's the easiest thing, really - to see 

myself in the absence of

self, 

and know that it all belongs. 

~

Peace

Eric 

Unmade

and with a glance,

unmade - 

yet to look once more and

find the world. 

reality abides on both ends of the view

~

Peace,

Eric 

Shifting In It's Presentation

no clear line - it's subtle and yet at once too, from a world of objects, a mind filled by thoughts, to a spacious wonder in full allowance to it all. Certainly there is no point where one becomes another - as if a tree gives way in it's reach so that the sky could achieve its open nature. It seems more that both exist within the potential for each other, a tree reaching it's fullness in the great expanse of air, and the sky finds its fulfillment in the capacity of its giving. One thing simply shifting in its presentation of self, at no time a break in this existence. So too are we included, our reach as great as every tree and own capacity equal to the sky. There is no clear line between us, no point where the world becomes separate from the space given by our view. One thing, shifting in its presentation....

~

Peace,

Eric 

Always Here

with no concern for letting go - for even this implies that we are separate from a point of origin, and that there is somewhere else waiting for our arrival. We are always here. Complete. And to this alone is our surrender. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Embraced By Reality Unconditional In Its Love`

reality is unbiased, without concern for the faith of our commitments - there is only the constant acceptance of what appears within the moment, and even thoughts otherwise fall within this realm. There is nothing we need to do to achieve this, no state to reach contentment. It simply is, now, already, and always. Sometimes we see this clearly, it seems like an awakening - and often we don't see this at all, the world appears broken by thoughts and objects to accept or push away.Yet still at our worst and most forgetful we belong, embraced by a reality unconditional in its love. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Ours All Along

and at some point, we cease even in receiving, opened, waking fully to the world at large -we come into our own varied self, with no line to signify what was once thought to be a separate belonging, it's now simply a constant recognition of what was ours all along. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Ultimately

ultimately, we surrender always, only, to this moment - presence spread in

full acceptance to what is given, to that which lingers, and 

to all that ever passes. 

in this we come to

peace. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Whole Cloth Of Mystery

nothing has to be - our own becoming a great surprise and itself a mystery. I find myself present through no will of my own, no grand design of permanence, or lasting change beyond my time. To find myself here at all is a gift, and given wonder to my part as a brief appearance within existence. It's of no doubt that I am of whole cloth, a body of earth and stardust, particles gathered to form while still dancing amidst formless nature. This all came to be, right now, with no reason or concern, it simply is, I simply am - the whole cloth of mystery. 

Appearing as this. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Isness

life, happening now, at once, and suddenly finding

myself awake to the inexplicable is-ness of

it all - 

not a participant, 

but belonging as the

whole. 

~

Nothing more from here - yet still there is a world to explore. It's a paradox (so it seems) being awake to this very, and only moment, and still knowing nothing of existence save our own belonging. But it's enough - and we this mystery to explore. 

Peace,

Eric 

Such As It Is

such as it is, I do have a practice - it's not a mindful breath, nor a noted thought, all though these too can come into play. Even a mantra is given space to roam. And that's the simplicity of my one true (and only) practice - it's all allowed. 

I am

Being

Presence

These are only words, signpost, to this great occurrence - it is not an individual me that allows an event or appearance to occur, it's that there is only the allowance itself, including what appears and all that happens too. The words above hint at the vastness of this mystery - but only barely. So again, my practice: 

I am

Being

Presence

There's nothing more I need to do - it all happens on it's own. My only role is to remember, and let it go from there. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Once More To The Equation

yes, it's all here, this moment, the infinite in the guise of world, and time, and daily matters - there is nowhere beyond right now. Yet there is no measure to this present mystery, no fathom to the depth of possibilities. To be open, and to know this moment truly, is to be empty of all notions aside from not knowing how it will all play through. Seeing this does not subtract us from the magic but only adds us once more to the equation. 

We are, here, right now, with no place else to ever be. 

This moment is our very own

mystery. 

~ 

Peace,

Eric 

Searching For myself In Larger Waters

I don't find my independence - even a casual search for a center of control reveals my place within and as the whole. There are infinite molecules at play just as my appearance, endless space between each atom through existence. I control none of this, nothing moves at my command. As a person, I am powerless, truly at the mercy of universal whims. This can be quite scary - but only if I set myself up as a separate object against the whole. To judge my appearance I am a small self in a larger world, yet to see, to see things as a single flow of all existence - I am essential, no less or greater than each molecule at play. As this, my true self of Self, there is only power, as if a droplet recognizing itself again (and always) as the ocean. There is no independence from this - only the delusion of that single drop searching for itself in larger waters. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Implies Of Separation

even seamless implies of a once separation - as if there could ever be an object not supported by the very space of its surroundings. In truth it's all one thing in the guise of endless form, it's formlessness in manifestation mode, but it's always, only, just one thing. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Of Death - Every Answer Is Possible

of death, and beyond this moment - we simply don't know. Our best speculations will only return us again and again to right now, the only moment that we may know, and even this may not prove lasting past the the attention that it's given. 

So than what is significant? 

What has meaning if now is 

all we're offered? 

I don't know.

My words have no authority even to myself. 

This is what I believe - that here, right now, is of 

infinite mystery. 

Every answer is possible. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Same Sky

but it's the same sky - always in the 

allowance of sun and 

moon,

and the time for each to have

their moment. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Even For This

even for this - life expands 

always in its 

allowance 

and nothing excluded, the fluidity of existence makes no demands, nor denies this present moment. Everything belongs for the moment of its appearance. 

Even our wish for things to be
other. 

There is peace is this awareness. 

Peace,

Eric 

And This Is All We Need To Do (Really)

just note what's found - no need for imagination, nothing evaluated, it's the simplicity and purity of true mindfulness. There are objects, and too it seems, the space in which they're held, but there's no line that divides them on our view. It's seamless. Traced back a bit farther, to the origin of the view, and again note what's found - do our eyes provide any evidence for their own form? Is there a seer, one that is clear to our attention and able to be distinguished on its own? Just note, rest in what is present and not imagined or projected. 

See. 

And this is all we need to do. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

And Everything Else

not just against me - but now the wind departs as my own reach, continuing from the moment shared within its sweep. There are no isolated moments, no events that do not consist of every other action of the world as well. I was placed before the wind a thousand years before it reached me, some motion given spark in inspiration of our meeting. Nothing random, yet nothing planned, just mystery unfolding in its own fashion. 

For this.

And everything else. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Still Rain

and every drop the

storm - 

yet still rain. 

one thing in unique expression 

~

Peace,

Eric 

For The Blooming Of The World

nothing here - and yet the 

world is found. 

it's the near end of the view, open, clear and 

revealing itself as our own pure

nature. 

simply look - reverse the gaze to find if indeed there is a 

person that holds the view. 

look for something, someone, solid.

take nothing for granted that isn't found by 

given evidence alone. 

my sight reveals a world traced back to an empty 

source that begs to be filled by thought and

objects. 

it's a trade of space for things to be in their 

own unique way without my 

interference. 

as if I am the garden for the 

blooming of the world. 

it's what I see.

~

Peace,

Eric 

Private - Yet Our's As Well

it's our suffering, together - yet private in its

place within each of us as 

well.

everything is shared by virtue of our one belonging, at no point does existence break from my world to yours, there is no isolation from our own company, and although we are distinct in thought and appearance our essence is of one thing only. 

so empathy in truth is simply breathing in the experience of another, yet knowing too, deeply, that it is ours as well. 

there is no escape. 

it's our belonging, our suffering, our world - and even this gives the false impression that we are more than one thing alone. 

there is presence, and you and I arise as an appearance in this, not apart, no illusion, but an aspect of life expressing itself uniquely. 

as this expression - there comes grace and beauty, sorrow and

what feels like being broken.

yet at no point are we apart from the whole. 

and so, in what feels your deepest isolation - there is 

nowhere I'm not found as well. 

always.

I love you,

Eric