The Question - Is Of Meaning

so the question then, is of meaning - what's brought to the world by our sense of measure and purpose? Is there a point to any of this beyond our own state of being? That's the inquiry, our own self examined through the lens curiosity. My own examination has lead me to this - that by virtue of being, this life alone and all that fits within, is enough without needing to be compared or to even offer anything more than what it holds right now. To be alive has no meaning other than the joy of pure existence. We are here, and by countless odds there was no promise that we would ever be - yet we are. Do we need more than this? 

Perhaps.

Yet that too is the great promise - without the sake of added meaning we are free to roam the world in the pleasure of simply being. Each moment is now offered without compare, fresh, a never before presentation of  - Now. What's more is that we find ourselves in a dual world without any sense of duality - meaning is assigned by our own standard and without the weight of the worlds beliefs. We can see beauty and know that it's fleeting, no need to be capture even by memory. We can strive to achieve without the purpose of achievement, allowing the effort to be enough. Or nothing - there is no reason to force a single thing. 

We can just be. 

So the question then is still of meaning - and I have no answer other than my own. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

An Instant Meditation

it's an instant meditation - already we look, whatever object held within our view, it's this that brings us to devotion of the moment. To find anything in sight is a trade of spacious capacity for it's content in this aware knowing - a flower is given a shared moment of perfection, simply held in original understanding, no object, no seer, only the bloom of singularity. 

It's no different for the trade of each other - my own spaciousness is meant for you to be, as well the openness you have offered for the sake of my existence. 

Finding you - and it's the instant 

meditation of one

presence. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

The Only Apparent Choice

it's a personal surrender - and as such it is the deep attachment to the idea of a self apart from others and the world that is given over to a deeper view of one existence. Yes, I do find a distinct self that holds the qualities gathered in a lifetime. There are quirks and traits that belong to only me - and yet in my own examination, I can't really find a permanent point in which these qualities gain purchase. They are ghost wandering in a spacious event that's been claimed as my own. The reality I experience is one of life cherished for it's uniqueness, and a greater expansion that allows it all to be, as if a beautiful note played in a much grander, endless symphony. I allow myself the paradox of both - or rather the paradox allows a sense of me. 

So the surrender is a present moment recognition of this - that whatever is happening right now is of my own belonging. There are no outside events separate from the participation of the whole, and this includes breath, life, and even a sense of self that seems intent to prove it's own existence. It's all one thing. Once this is seen - the only apparent choice is to surrender. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

This Is What's Been Given (for today)

writing this - and even with will and 

by intention, 

no one claims to be the

author

~

it's a paradox - at once writing thoughts as they are given, and yet with no idea where they emerge from, their origin, and where they rest once disappeared. It seems clear that I am nowhere found in this equation, inspiration being in sudden in it's appearance, and my own participation as much of a hindrance as possible aid. It's when I am removed from the process that a flow from source to typing fingers becomes a steady line of creating. So than - where is the author found? 

My own insight points to a void of authorship and ownership of both words and inspiration - an emptiness that gives rise to thought and is constant in it's creative out pour of information. It's a silent source, yet lends itself to voice. Through it all I find no point of separation from words appearing in the form of thought, and the emptiness of their emerging, no break from the end creation of these words and the silence they became from. As well, there is no middle ground to hold an author, only what comes to the page, a pause that holds a promise for more, and then again there is writing. It seems I am not needed through the process. 

So with no author found here - this is what's been given. 

Peace,

Eric 

The Same Present Moment

that which is - and all

that's found,

is only now

~

perhaps there's more, maybe heaven waits and there are realms as yet unexplored - if there is it's all a guess beyond my present moment of awareness. My own seeking brought me full circle to unknown regions, and yet along the way the desire to become something other than exactly what I am, in this moment, has dropped completely from the scene. It's a comfort to just be, and even if the search for something more, or other than what belongs right now begins again, it will be with a knowing smile and lighter heart - I know that I will find the unknown and the same present moment where the journey ends. 

Peace,

Eric 

Ease of Complications

it's not complicated - even the most intricate designs of man and nature, our most complex thoughts and range of emotions, belong within the simplicity of just being. My observations show me the appearance of things, and a deeper inquiry leads me to note my awareness of it all, as well as no lines of separation between observed and objects held in this awareness. I come to a spacious understanding. It's here that I relax, a great allowing takes place with no need for interference  - especially from me. Yet I draw no conclusions from this, no final awakening to an underlying reality. I know only right now, of this insight, and my own sense that I too belong within this moment - so with this ease of complications, it's enough to simply be. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

A Non-Origin Story

no origin of wind apart from 

itself as 

air 

only motion given to the

sky found present 

and now brushed against my cheek....

~

Peace,

Eric 

Just Resting

just resting, and the world continues as it is - held in

this awareness,

through no effort of my own. 

~

it's not finding myself removed from an active world, but a sudden, subtle, realization that it all appears effortlessly and this too includes my participation. As I write this there seems to be an implied sense of separation, an active world and myself as witness - yet in observation, direct inquiry into this moment, there is just an ebb and flow of activity, words/silence. motion/stillness, without any means of one being apart from the other. 

It's all one thing. 

Peace,

Eric 

Ever, Even Had to Be

so here I find myself - aware, and 

writing of this

only,

to note the words given to

this moment.

~

sometimes it's just to note the words, no deeper meaning than a moment at the keyboards, a pause before an empty screen, and then to see what's given. Right now, it's this, and even these few words have the feel of being gifted - something appearing from the absolute of nothing, and to know that none of this, words, keyboards, and author, ever even had to be. 

But it did. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Of Author, Choice, and Words

it's not even waiting - these words exist already, not in time, but in some greater primordial void from which they will appear. My role is to simply arrange, an artful placement in hope of meaning. So to write, to begin, is to match myself to the emptiness presented by the page, a shared understanding of the spacious origin of it all. To wait is a subtle implication of divide - that words are somehow other than my own voice, or more so that there is a claim to any voice at all, and not just the creative stream of everything given appearance of author, choice, and words. There is no waiting, only writing, only not writing, and both belonging to the whole. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Tenderness of Air

it's the tenderness of air - from each blade of grass, to trees and every leaf from bloom to fall, a space so intimate to be full in it's embrace, and yet transparent in all that it allows. We too are loved through this openness, without boundaries of our own expression - we are touched by the tenderness given to the world, one air touching all...

~

Peace,

Eric 

Empty of Any Possible Explanation

it's just mystery, all of it, and in fact that alone is the most that I may ever know for certain - and yet it's enough, and more, it's this acceptance of uncertainty that allows me to be answer-less in an infinite world of questions. To ask the fundamental question of "who am I?" is not to seek a definitive answer but to explore the question itself. I am not brought to a conclusion, indeed I am left empty of any possible explanation other than - I am, too, this mystery, all of it. 

And it's enough to simply know this. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

On The Edge Of Certain Failure

there's a certain failure to words - my description of clarity, this awareness of being aware, takes me just to the edge of an openness that can't be told, words themselves are the jumping point into a silent understanding. Yet words fit, they belong, they are an occurrence of story within awareness, adding beauty in their attempt to capture for an instant that which is never truly not in motion. So each day I find myself on the edge of certain failure - writing of the joys of not really really knowing what to say. 

~
Peace,

Eric 

What We Offer Is The Listening

there's intimacy in listening - each note to rise from silence, held in it's desired length of stay, and released once more to merge back into the void. At no point do we find a space apart between sound and the quietness offered for it's existence. In this sense, meditation is not a silent mind but the acceptance of sound within it's natural state, simply a receiving, and then giving more of it's own quiet nature in return. So we find ourselves mindful, intimate with a birdsong, a nights breeze played against a window pane, and even traffic rushing through a city street - what we offer is a backdrop for meaning to occur, a space for vibrations to be heard, what we offer is the listening...

~

Peace,

Eric 

simplicity Of Air, Breath, And Being

as for air - there is nowhere found apart from

wing or breath,

it's all one thing touched upon itself as the

grace flight and expression of 

life.

to a bird - there is no effort of faith to find itself in flight, and so too do we 

draw air in the simplicity of breath, and being. 

~

Peace, 

Eric 

To Rain

aside from it's fall - there is no

agenda to rain,

and yet the world is nourished by the

grace of it's surrender. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Until The Dawn Of Something New

this too will change, whatever cherished notion within the moment, whatever truth I hold dear - nothing stays in fixed certainty. It's in this light that I allow myself the gift of not having to be true to an ideal, or place a belief to high in my esteem. If I am awake in this moment, than surely I am open to every coming dawn and what each new day will bring. There is no point to emphasize a static thought that belonged only to my sense of yesterday. Right now, I am aware of keyboards to my fingers, a silent pause to gather words, and the continuation of this writing - it's the only truth I care to know and enough to last until the dawn of something new. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Nothing Definite

here, for me - nothing is declared definite, any insight holds meaning only for the moment that it's given and lasting no more than is needed. Each instant is clear in what it offers, it's a guidance system for my own understanding, an inquiry meant only for the benefit of seeing what I am in the moment of my looking. 

So my words may provide little meaning outside of this consideration - however, perhaps they'll serve for someone too in their own search for understanding. In this light - may every answer be your own in the moment of your asking. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Seamless Sutra

it's a seamless heart sutra - now seen as inclusion of it all, myself in selfless expansion, spaciousness becoming as the details of the world, and awareness no different than the objects that it holds. This was my awakening from the sleepwalk of seeking experiences to confirm my sense of non-dual reality, to the simplicity of allowing things to be exactly as they are. It's enough to just be within each moment fully human, and as well to find myself completely given to the whole - what's more is that it's all happening on it's own, no effort required to be more, and nothing subtracted in order to know myself as the open capacity that holds it all. It's seamless. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Given The Means

is there anything to do? 

Air is given for breath, exhaled with no effort of our own, our heart is in it's own rhythm, seeing and hearing occur without a sense of trying. Every function of the body is met by a wisdom of design. These things simply happen. Existence happens on it's own.

To be - takes no effort at all. 

Everything else, details - and we are

given the means to 

answer every

one. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Am I?

aware - and nothing more

apart from 

this

~

 and this is my inquiry, a simple questioning of my own aware understanding from moment to each passing moment and all that it may contain. The question is "am I aware?" - and then a quiet reflection in the line-less reality that seems to always follow. I make no assumptions from this, right now I am aware, I find no division from object or thought to my attention, and it's here I find a certain peace that holds it all. 

it's enough. 

Peace,

Eric 

Another Coming Season

not to relinquish - but as surrender to

nothing other than the 

moment at 

hand 

there's no need to give up anything, to fight against our present conditions and circumstance, everything is settled already as motion, shifting again to another moment's presentation. Just as a season is not distinct in it's own surrender - but an accumulation of days giving less of what was once it's strength and now grows more into what soon will be. We too simply surrender to the grace of another coming season. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

It's Always Like This

it's always just like this - and even a story believed otherwise belongs exactly as it is in the moment that it's told. Nothing can be true in description, yet every word is held in the truthfulness of a silent backdrop. This is our understanding, our own sense of presence to all that may follow - words, thoughts, and every action appear in contrast, but not apart, from the backdrop of our being. It's always like this...

Presence simply waiting to be noticed. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Into This Is My Surrender

it's my surrender, continuous by nature, and no more my control than breath or heartbeat - every moment is simply given as is and comes to grace by means of acceptance. Here, right now, the world and all it offers belong within this grace. 

Nothing is excluded. 

...and into this is my

surrender 

~

Peace,

Eric 

With Nothing More To Do

looking - yet no longer really as a seeker, it's an endless inquiry into presence and present moment that holds my fascination. What comes to this awareness? This is where seeking ends and exploration begins - there is nothing outside this moment to be sought, and everything arises right now to be noted as my own living reality. It could be called a practice, but there is no drive to it, no compulsion for spiritual meaning, no self to be improved upon, just the simple observation of an aware emptiness that seems to claim me as it's own without negation of my world. Here, I find that it all belongs and it all unfolds in it's own possible way. Everything. So even my inquiry is without journey, the world is here, my inner story is told right now without advancement of agenda, to even say I'm looking is a subtle implication of a search - in truth, it's simply Being. 

With nothing more to do. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

A Returning Look

a returning look - vision traced back to the assumption of

appearance, yet nothing found but the aware

space that holds the origin of the

view

this is my source

it's where the world touches the awareness that I myself am aware of - there is no claim of ultimate beginnings or that the world extends from here. There are no claims at all, just my own true belonging, right here, marked as now, and the only source that I may know. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

My Own Understanding

just my own understanding - dismissed of any knowledge that does not belong to my own sense of what each moment holds. In this way, my heart speaks, a true language of intuitive communing of myself as presence. It's just a deeper way of knowing, a listening independent of given words and free from the weight of a listener. 

~

knowledge is the story of 

every breeze,

right now -  I understand just the

wind against me. 

Peace,

Eric 

Everything Belongs - Yet Not Forever

it's the belief that somehow, this, isn't it -  that we are removed from the whole by conditions or circumstance. There is a tendency to separate things by opinion, or the expectation of our emotional response. Our preferences and demands come to play in confrontation to what a particular moment holds, and our wish for things to be other than the experience at hand become an imagined line of division. Yet every response is holy, fitting to what we have to give right now - and even arguments of otherwise belong within the moment. Everything belongs. We don't have to like, enjoy, or even accept outer circumstances or our internal reply to any situation - but by virtue of appearance it all belongs. The truth is - this is it, all of it. Everything. This is our awakening, right now, and all that's called for is to simply be - allowing it all, the turmoil of debate over condition and response, our desire for a peaceful solution, every argument for things (and ourselves) to be other than they are. Again, it all belongs. Yet not forever - in the calm of this allowing there is also our not that nothing stays the same, that this too will pass to something else again. In this calm we find that there is only belonging, and we are powerless to exclude. 

This alone is peace of mind. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

In Nearness There Comes Beauty

it's terms we use, words, and concepts - yet life itself is expressed without story and our descriptions always fail to capture the reality of the moment. But still we try, and in nearness there comes beauty in artful arrangements of words and images. Our every conversation is an art form in service to the ineffable. There are those who take it further, giving themselves fully to the effort of being near, a close account to the magic of occurrence. 

There are great artist among us. 

Not all hold a pen, brush, or camera. 

Some tell this story with only a smile. 

Other's converse in such a manner that silence it told as much as every word. 

Yet every artist seeks to convey reality in a 

way only they can show, 

In this light - I thank you all for the beauty that you share. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Perfect Acceptance Of What Is

the perfect acceptance of what is - is, and 

always has been,

the very moment that's

occurring

and no effort, nothing is required, it's 

simply happening

on it's own

we don't even need to recognize it, or 

give it any meaning

just relax in the knowing - that it is

~

Peace,

Eric 

Just Rain

just rain - and yet clouds know 

every drop in their 

surrender

while earth holds grace for the

fall of their devotion

every storm has a story of it's own 

~

Peace,

Eric