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
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