To The Present Moment of Nature

trusting now, that each moment will hold exactly what it will - and nothing more until another moment follows. This is the infinite patience of nature, of a seedling in trust that a bloom happens in a time of its own, or a stream's caress of every stone in its eventual reach of an oceans shore. It's this moment alone, just as, and without addition of a wish for things to be other. There is a fluid course of time, motion lent to singular awareness - this is how we view a lifetime, moments strung from point to point. Yet to know that each instant is as well a never again experience of totality, complete in all of its variables, not one aspect able to ever be repeated - than our trust too is infinite. We have returned to the present moment of nature. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Re-enchantment of The Ordinary View

it's the re-enchantment of the ordinary view, directionless now, and room for always one more thing - seen in a seamless allowing of space to form, and too in that every object simply gives way from thinly held lines, continuous as the whole. Nothing has truly changed, our sight remains in the mundane sense of life in order - yet an openness is provided from our point of observation, aware, and everything seeming to fit in a perfect flow of one. The view is the same, but now we too are added in its belonging, life is seen, and at no point are we removed. There is the world - and we see ourselves in every detail. 

~

Peace,

Eric

It's Never Not This Present Moment

from this point of present moment - nowhere else is found. This is where our thoughts are given room to wander, daydream better hours, and memories brought from past. It all happens exactly in the only moment that we're living. There is never a time that isn't now, and even mindful of breath, thought, or body, will ever brings us any closer. So our meditation is to simply notice, inquiring as to when, where, life is now occurring. This then provides our only answer. It's not complicated - it's never not this present moment. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Grace of Every Word

subtle play of words - and to this point it's not to even say that I am awareness itself, but that there's just aware and I am this, and somehow too its content. But again these words seem to split the meaning into two, a slight implication of awareness being made into a separate point of view, existing apart from any thought or object that's observed. Words always fail. It's the nature of description to never fully capture the essence of display. Yet at the same time there is the grace of every word, falling seamless on a page, retaining meaning of original thought, spoken in accord to a silence that receives. It's never, not, all one thing. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

The Experience of Winter's Touch

there is nothing other than this, right now, and all we seem to know - each moment stands alone, even as it unfolds in continuous motion of events. We perceive in limited fashion, our senses only telling a partial story from the whole. So our world feels slow to change, that what is now is lasting past its due, lending a sense of permanence to life in constant flow. Yet our experience of now, solid in the faith of what's present, is an illusion in the light of all that shifts through time. Right now is what we have, and this is the peace found through its acceptance - but right now isn't for long, even in the depth of winter a flowers bud is given all it needs to bloom in spring. There is no reaching for a different season, no hope for extended light. There's only this moment, the experience of winters touch and a subtle growth through motion. It's innate in every aspect of life, a calm acceptance of each instant given, a bloom, and then always what falls next. Everything belong to the moment that it happens. 

~

Peace, 

Eric 

Layered To Eternity

so sometimes too it's just about an experience, a sense of self and then its absence - this in no ways measures the reality of each moment, as if one aspect shows the depth of spiritual existence and the other simply tells a mistaken point of view. I am - and this is vast, containing a sense of self along with every other detail of the world. Nothing is excluded. Honestly, beyond this moment and the claim of my existence - I have no idea of what true in any ultimate sense of the word. Truth seems to be shifting, and by this I mean fluid, not a solid one time deal known forever, but a continuous expression of one thing in various designs. It would be impossible to know myself than as just a static personal identity, or even as the void of self at all. Perhaps what comes closest is to simply say - capacity. That I am every passing experience, as well as the aware presence that holds the view, I am layered to eternity, never once fully revealed, yet always, always whole. Maybe better still is just the silence of now knowing, - and how this too holds the doubt, and promise, of every thought and word. To this point is the reach of my inquiry. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Told Through Any Object

it's told through any object, not just the thing itself but the space that offers itself in an embrace to define, the infinite trickled down to finite form. One object is traced back to the emptiness that holds the world, in this way we see the whole universe through the small, a meditation brought to focus in single detail. Through this we see, truly see, that a blade of grass is equal to the field of all existence, a flowers bloom is offered as the entire earth's smile, and one person is essential to the whole. Nothing is ever missing. And everything belongs. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

One Thing In Continuous Welcome

let's proceed - our starting point is always here, and never once straying from this moment, no matter how varied its appearance. It's not that we're located at the center of existence, but that our view shows existence in a spread of completion, with no break for new beginnings, and no lines drawn to distinguish an end. We see this from any object, a trees branch in its reach through sky - air simply parting in acceptance without ceasing in its own expanse. This is all seen from here, our own aware acceptance, readily expanding with all that comes to view, never once arguing as to what appears, or if it all belongs at all. Our starting point is where the world begins by virtue of this belonging, no matter where we're found existence is spreading from this aware point of being, and too we're embraced in the fullness of acceptance - one thing in continuous welcome of itself. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Where Everything Is

where everything is - and this is what we point to, our own capacity to serve as space to hold the world. There is nothing revealed through emptiness that doesn't now hold form, our view simply indicates specifics of awareness, locations found in space and time. To truly see any object is to include ourselves, as well as the emptiness that offers to define. It's all one thing, seer to seen, and too the awareness of it all. This is where everything is, no central location, but the spread of all existence. To this, there is no point that is not right here, now. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

A Story About Stories

to simply be - and by this is to live without adding stories to define, allowing ourselves the natural expression provided by life alone. Our easiest return (as if we ever really left) to being is the refusal to maintain belief in stories layered thinly against the reality of nothing. It's not a claim arguing that we don't exist - but that we are existence itself prior to the addition of beliefs. We are. This is the basis of identity, everything begins with being and we proceed to create and indeed, inherit, definitions of what we are. None of them are inherently true, yet many, if not all, will feel so, and many too will serve us in someway, for sometime. Until they don't. Or until we wish for something more, perhaps an authentic experience of seeing without labels applied. What if we saw a flower in the simplicity of itself? Stripped of any story, returning again and again to seeing just the essence of its bloom - and in this view come to our own bare existence, intrinsically linked beyond description to what a flower truly is, without words to tell us so. It's seeing life in the bloom of its expression, even briefly before our own story hurries in to define a flowers worth by our design. This too, can be a beautiful story - but we are now slightly removed from this original view. There's the addition of a seer, our every belief of every flower ever seen is now layered to the view, a name for the nameless moment of pure seeing. We are no different than the story of a flower, our life is carried forward under the weight of every story and belief that's been told before. Unless we return -tracing our view to original seeing, and again just being without story.

~

Peace,

Eric 

Wind Will Always Reach us

nature doesn't seek, no flower seeks the touch of wind in order to spread its pollen, trees are free in their reach of branch and roots. Everything is in actuality of what's present. Even animals rely on instinctive means to meet their needs, never aimless in a hopeful wander, it's an inborn skill to feed on what the land now offers, roaming next to where more provides. We find ourselves removed from this process, yet not so far as to be separate from the source. It's just that now, we wander aimless, our basic needs provided through easier means. This is the progress of the modern world, helpful in so many ways to less fortunate people, and we should be hopeful and helpful that one day we can reach many more. But somehow, it seems, we've found ourselves off track, a subtle sense of not quite belonging to the world. We do though, we do belong, as much now as ever before. As much as any flower, tree, or animal - we are a natural expression of it all. Different now, yes, but still without need to seek this true belonging, no effort to be life, to be anything other than exactly what we are. There's no need to be a seeker. The touch of wind will always reach us. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Devoted To Myself Alone

of devotion-  and for me it's given solely to the moment, committed to simply seeing what unfolds in the light of its acceptance. Nothing is excluded, and yet no specifics are singled as more worthy than another. This is not a devotion of objects, or conditioned to be fulfilled - it's the natural reception of all that's offered, my spacious capacity to allow things to be, and recognize there will be a time of change as well. I am devoted to the actuality of what's occurring, as well as the response to what occurs, making no distinction of good will from a wish for things to be other. Everything's allowed. This is the devotion between earth and sky, their trade of form for space, a tree rooted in commitment to one while reaching fully to the other, no trace of choice displayed at all. Through this it might be seen that true devotion doesn't exist at all - I am given no more choice as to what's at hand than the tree in what it receives from root or branch. Or perhaps it's all just life in devotion to itself, an allowing grace of change and motion. To this than - I am devoted to myself alone, life currently unfolding. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Language of The Moment

it's giving voice to the specific language of the moment, unique, authentic to every aspect found. This too includes our contribution, it's not mere listening, but a chorus of the whole in which we now belong. These words reflect only this moment, sounds heard, scenery of my surroundings, thoughts that linger, pass, and then silence left behind. Even as I write the language of the moment shifts to something other, a new world is spoken to existence, and just as quickly disappears to be remembered. To find the poetic voice of one moment is an impossibility of time, everything written always comes after. But still, there's the gift of receiving, poetry being given now and later recorded to the page - it's that one moment of pure listening, sites gifted without merit to the eyes. It doesn't matter if what's recorded falls after. There's always what the moment offers. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Perfect For The Moment - And Always Changing Too

there is no better you, no self to be improved or otherwise brought to change - there is only the moment of this expression, changing on its own accord. This brings us always to the present, with no projection to a better version we are free to relax in every seeming fault, knowing that within this very acceptance we are already in the midst of something new, a rebirth to possibilities yet unknown. To this it's likened to the bud just before bloom, no rush to flower, yet conditions always shifting to bring its opening to the sky. It's right effort, natural, allowing what is, not for the hope of something better, but for the sake of what is present now. We bloom in our acceptance. There is no better you, and only because there is only the you of this one expression. Perfect for the moment, and always changing too. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Just Words - Given To The Moment

and at a certain point, an artist fails in their attempt to portray this - life, without the layers of words, and false meaning, a landscape of simple design. Reality always gives itself away, nothing but its true expression is ever present. Our first glance at any object shows us exactly this, a tree in perfect elegance of self portrayal, the oceans reach to shore, a bird gifted by wing and air. We see all this from our own space of complete belonging - nothing added from this point of being. Yet there comes a wish to bring this true site to others, a shared understanding of beauty known, and in this we lose a subtle position of the raw, perfect experience of the moment - we shift, even if only imagined, from sheer observation of the whole, to separate observer, and in this we lose ourselves as art for the sake of being artist. Perhaps it's a fair trade of space for beauty, even with the momentary sense of loss from our belonging. Or, perhaps better still, an artist simply allows, and allows again their work to be a lie, imperfect, though it too belongs in essence of the moment it's observed. My attempt here is obvious - it's just words, given to the moment. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

A Deep Appreciation of What We Truly Know

how do we know? For this inquiry leads us only to uncertain truths, an area unneeded of belief and committed faith. What we truly know is never found outside this moment, a personal experience of open communicating as the whole. My relationship with the world is based on the confluence of sight, sounds, sensations both apparent and subtle to the senses. Anything added to this simply obscures the obviousness of the moment. To see the truth of beauty and inter-beingness doesn't take conjecture - a flower's bloom is dependent the on ground of its nourishment, rain and light received from sky, an insects carried pollen to reach new life. It's all one thing in inter-action with itself. It's beauty in the expression of life. So we find ourselves beyond philosophy, without religion, and left only with deep, deep appreciation of what we do truly know. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Faith of Spontaneity

it's a creative mystery, expressed now as exactly what's present, and never to be repeated in the moment that it's found. This is only how it can be, and no blame to karma, or praise to higher fortune required. For things to be otherwise is the impossibility of a life revised, and right now we only, ever, have this present moment. Yet it's the faith of spontaneity, of new beginnings always ready to unfold, that serve our current needs. Life is always happening, never static, as even seasons vary through their days. So our trust is just now, not in any change to come, but in this instant being its own new becoming. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Mostly - It's Just A Mystery

it is, and in this, we find nothing true is missing - the only ultimate truth expressed is the constant shift of one thing in altering appearance. We find no break between earth, and then a trees reach to sky, and from this we can trace it all back to our own observation, an open embrace of simply seeing this all become. Yet none of this too ever actually stays the same, the ground depletes and erodes, the tree loses its hold and nourishment, and the sky itself is always changing in its offer. This is truth. In no way are we removed from this, our bodies being nothing more than dust in gathered form. No moment holds us for too long. This very instant we're reborn, though again to quickly die once more. So here we find two things that seem true, our own form not lasting, but something of us, aware, noting every change that passes, remains throughout it all. Are we than this awareness? Maybe. But this dismisses the changing world as well. My only answer is - I don't know. I have no certain answer. But for me, what feels true is this constant change, nothing I view is ever completely the same in this moment of viewing to the next, and this includes myself and this sense of awareness. They can't be separated. Stillness and motion are one. What I am is never to be repeated. It's also constant. Mostly - it's just a mystery. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

A Dialogue of Self As World (it's physics, it's jazz...)

a dialogue of self as the world - this conversation designed by appearance, everything simply a response to the original inquiry of asking who we are. Traced back to silence and our communication is resonance of one energy in the frequencies of infinite things. We really are just talking with ourselves, or truly one self with many, varied voices. I don't hear the hum of grass as it responds to the sweep of wind against it, nor the call of waters to the moon - yet to listen, attuned to my own silent song, there is always our harmonious connection. I am the chorus, many voiced, a song of my own that's carried as the world. It's physics, it's jazz, improvising to universal proportions. Welcome to this song, our song, performed always just as one. 

Infinite Compassion of Being

our compassion is as natural as the blooming of a flower - one bud giving way to a new becoming, then received fully by the sky. This is not a willful act, there's no defiant letting go to reach a state of blossom. It's simply life, the innate wisdom of a seasonal reach, everything surrendered in its own length of time. This is life displayed through infinite compassion, one appearance parting to the next order seen, a full embrace of exactly what is, even in the moment of its changing. We are no less seasonal, and life too offers us this same embrace - we are accepted exactly as we are, even through our moment to moment changing. It's what we are, life, in the infinite compassion of being. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Until The Very Moment That Unfolds

until the very moment that unfolds - and everything else is only speculation. Our certainty is misplaced outside of any immediate understanding, it's the feel of air against skin, a breath drawn and released as life, the simplicity of what's experienced right now. Nothing is beyond this, even our imagined time forward is just a thought found in this moment. So we see that no real effort is needed to be present, and no faith is given to what the future holds - this is always, only, exactly what we have, until we find ourselves with something other. Yet that too is found only in the very moment it unfolds - and never any sooner. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Remember Too, It All Belongs

and remember too, it all belongs - a tree isn't judged for the reach of its branches, nor are birds concerned for the weight of their flight. There is only the open acceptance of air, the sky in full allowing. So we find ourselves with the same clear nature, at times clouded with concern, perhaps judgement cast towards our own battle to belong - yet we are never closed to present moment understanding. That which occurs, is allowed, simply by virtue of its appearance. Nothing is excluded, and indeed, nothing can be. It all belongs. Our practice than is a quiet yes to all that's present, even as our sky clouds with every shout of not this, not this. No branch is refused. Our nature just allows. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Infinite Storm of Self and Rain

as for self, it seems to me to be as rain - no one drop could be called a storm, it's a gathering of the countless expressions of singular drops to reach the ground. There is a self that we experience, ten thousand raindrops as well as clouds and all that comes to make it rain. Yet it's not an experience of constant wetness, there's no storm apart from that gathering of singularities, and the surrounding space as important as each drops fall. In the end it's an event of mystery and grace, infinite components to bring a storm. And so we find ourselves as rain, individual drops expressed through the whole. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

It's Art - And It's What We Are

always from this moment, an instant of spontaneous becoming and just as soon departure - all that is now will never be exact again. We are in the midst of a dynamic flow of energy, more than joined, we are simply, only, that which flows. So too are we constant change as well than, a never to be repeated wonder of this moment. Our gift is to be aware, to somehow be observer of our own display of originality the frame of given time. This is all art, not from a singular perspective from an artist, but life in its own design of grace and play and magic. There is no one calling for life to be arranged, no brush stroke set apart from canvas, no word separated from pen and page, nor music heard that is not equal to pure silence - it's life itself, energy in creative motion with a seeming pause to note itself becoming. It's art - and it's what we are. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

In The Bareness of This Viewing

not always is our practice formal, lotus bound to mat, our minds anchored to a mantra or forced mindfully to the breath. Life itself presents to us all we need to reach a new perspective, relaxing into the present moment without a shift of mind. To be in nature, truly, as a participant of unfolding life - this is our true belonging. We see this is in observation of earth, sky, and all that lives upon and within. At no point does there come a separation of a tree branch reached through air, or a bird once landed on its limb, there is no existence seen apart from it all. This too is traced back to our own observation, our practice now is only seeing our essential belonging, on how we truly on witness from a silent mind, with a story falling always after. In the bareness of this viewing we now find ourselves as a witness removed, simply life itself joined whole in its unfolding. Our practice than - is always, only, seeing. 

Pursuit of Beauty

and so, for me, it comes to a pursuit of beauty, an attempt to capture this ephemeral moment with words given through some spontaneous fashion. There is only the intent to arrange what's received, patience awarded by a glimpse of something not quite yet told, and then my role to relay it to the page. It's all just a momentary truth, any art here is simply my translation of a wordless reality, never lasting past its reveal, and each word a mere souvenir of past beauty. In this sense, the beauty I speak of is not the flash of false notions, nothing that can be defined by tradition, nor given boundaries of a pleasing sign - no, this beauty is beyond compare, free of judgement, it's the depth of a reality that gives rise for comparisons to be. In truth, I don't pursue beauty, it's constant through every guise of what seems other - my only role is seeing, and letting beauty reveal itself completely in its own. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Aware - And Choiceless

aware - and to this we find ourselves choiceless in view of self and world. It's always a subtle moment afterwards that we bring the thought of our control, so quickly that we believe our demands met, and choices made by will alone. Yet everything can be traced to a spontaneous appearance, an absolute first becoming from what seems apparently nowhere at all. Of course there is an argument against this - and where too did this argument first arise? In the end it doesn't really matter, at least for me, and at least for now. I find myself aware, and life occurs in a play of events that call for my participation. 

I do my best to play along.

~

Peace,

Eric 

Seekers

and if we find ourselves seekers, even again after once leaving the search behind - it's just a distinction made in our natural inquiry of existence. a label similar to every other name assigned to actions we find ourselves pursuing. It simply doesn't matter. Without urgency, a seeker is than only an explorer of what the present moment holds. Is there truth here? Our inquiry is simply a means of seeing what remains after asking - the truth of a flower is as much told by earth, and reach of sunlight, the visit of bees to spread its pollen, seasonal shifts and changes that follow. We're not seeking answers to a final truth, but allowing what's true to reveal itself in the flowing story of a flower, or any other object that we view. Or even ourselves. Our own story is only true from moment to any given moment, as shifting and seasonal as any flower. Being a seeker is just a story we tell ourselves, a false distinction. Yet perhaps for just this momentary season - it's exactly where we are, and so we seek not answers, but simply for the sake of seeing. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

The Dance Alone

it's improvisational - life is one thing in full response to itself, an interaction of singular nature played through seemingly separate appearances. We could liken it to a dance performed by an artist who understands the importance of silence to notes heard, a dancer who is at once giving themselves to motion yet completely still at the same time. Or perhaps, better still, just a dance alone without the role of a dancer even needed. 

Simply life.

Motion.

And the spontaneous appearance of it all.

We are indeed, the dance

alone. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

It's Never, Not, Right Now

there is this moment, unique, and filled with distinctions only it may hold - and yet too, this moment flows eternal in that there is no point of separation, no break from now to any other thought of now, continuous in what it offers. There is no escape from the present, as even our recollections of yesterday and dreams into tomorrow are taking place only in this instant. Our role is not to keep the thoughts from wandering, but in being mindful of their return, or more exact, the always present moment of their return. 

It's never, not, right now. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

One and Only Moment of Awakening

just appreciate this, this sense of being, a moment where we recognize that yes, we exist, and more so we are aware of this existence. To know this - is our only moment of awakening, the simplicity of being alive, without effort to do more than draw breath, life functioning completely on its own, and that somehow we belong to this perfect order. Indeed, it's all a gift, and one received without request and given with a grace that needs no earning. Now, extending this, completely seeing that it all belongs together, that we are whole only because it's one existence - that's our one and only awakening. 

No matter how often it's repeated. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

The Immediacy of Belonging

you see it's already happening, the immediacy of belonging without a conscious wish otherwise on our part. There's no effort of acceptance, if it appears, it belongs, if only for the moment of its witness. This is where peace is truly found, not in faith of a better time to follow, but in knowing that right now is all we have at our disposal, and any action taken is not solely for the sake of change but is the directive of what this moment alone calls for us to do. This is the Tao of non-doing, present moment awareness without the baggage of a mindful escape as a passive observer. We know that everything present is allowed and accepted simply by virtue of its appearance - this includes our desire for things to be completely other than what's found right now. All this simply happens, it's an agreement of our openness, just as space is intimate with every object it surrounds, we too offer ourselves as a holding capacity to serve all that appears - no matter what that may one day prove to be. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

A Bhakti For This Moment Alone

a Bhakti for this moment alone, devoted only to the allowance of this, this, and always this - no matter what the moment holds. It's not a yogic path, indeed, it's not a path at all - we are already exactly where awakening occurs, right now, with the opportunity of simply acknowledging ourselves as existing, and more existing and aware of ourselves as life in full and constant happening. Our devotion is deep, regardless of what appears, yet open to the moment when all we cherish passes, and again given to whatever new appearance may arise. In this light, we view devotion as just our own natural openness, a nod to our capacity as aware. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Until Another Moment's Offered

even my best assumptions are just stories made to fit the moment, an agreement with myself to better understand the shifting moods of reality. But more often now I find there's little need to seek a buffer from the wilds of what's truly offered - reality is always beautiful and often terrifying, an exposure so deep there's nothing left past the bone of our last denial. The beauty is what remains after we've been stripped to this point. So what is it that remains? When every assumption and story is allowed to fall away completely on its own - what will we be left with? I can't really say, or perhaps better to simply allude that what it is, is already being expressed right now. This is it, and for me it's the feel of each key in a smooth greeting to my fingers, it's a quick type as words come without a hint of the mystery they may hold, and it's the smile of having this moment come to a creative point that I find pleasing. In another moment, it will be something else, new, one more unfolding mystery in a different motion of expression. It may again hold stories and assumptions, for these too belong in the case of their arrival. Nothing is denied, there's no need to shove aside what is experienced now for the sake of a better story - this is it. It's all we have. At least until another moment's offered. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

The Only Inspiration Needed

this moment is my only inspiration - to draw breath from the same air that's touched stars, then an understanding that life is shared through its release. I should ask for nothing more than this - yet still so much more is given. That I am aware, conscious of breath, mindful that to even be alive at all is gifted and need not have happened - truly I am inspired. To see this, and to know too that this existence is inclusive, that I am life itself in unique expression of the whole, this than, is the only inspiration needed. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

The Mystery of A Single Blade of Grass

it's not that a blade of grass parts air in its becoming - there is no line to distinguish it from sky, no point of separation, just one thing expressed in the various guises of the world. The full mystery of life is displayed through this single blade, an existence touched by the vast expanse of two seemingly other worlds, surrounded by the likeness of a field so green similar nature, yet still a vibrant, singular expression of this whole. It's all beyond my understanding - but somehow I come to a sense of belonging in my observation, a knowing that I'm part of this expression as well, a display of my own unique potential, yet always, fully, just part of the mystery of it all. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Why Forgiveness?

Why forgiveness? And to even ask this question implies that we may have come to a choice in this matter. Yet to m it seems beyond this - not a choice at all but a natural occurrence, an immediate acceptance of what is now, and then the unasked for grace of letting go. None of this involves my own doing, it all happens entirely on its own - and all that's waited on is is just my recognition that this is so. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

A Performance of The Whole

it's amazing to think of the innate wisdom of the body alone, functioning independent of our concern, an infinite amount of details, interactions, and processes to keep us in this world. None of which depends on our recognition to perform. From this point too we move to larger functions, how we belong to a world that's fitting for life to be, the perfection of air meeting us in the drawing of a breath, sun against flesh, and every star arranged just so. This is all a mystery - and any speculation fails in its attempt to bring an answer to the mind. It all simply is - and perfectly so, no effort needed for life to be. In this light, perhaps we find that from our own functioning role of self there is no line drawn to separate us from the world at large, just a continuous order of life operating through its own wisdom, a performance of the whole. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

A Peaceful, Truly Grateful, Moment of Existence

a life of gratitude - and not only for what is given, nor obstacles removed from path, but more so for life itself, that I am present, aware, and exist at all. To consider that none of this has to be, the extreme odds against my mere occurrence, and how fragile and brief each moment that we're given. Indeed I am grateful for this world. It's in this view that I find such beauty in daily routines that suddenly reveal themselves as a path to awakening. This moment alone, no matter what it offers, is my clarion call to see, to feel, and always allow, exactly what is present. To refuse the escape hatch of a wishful otherwise, and simply, be myself without excuse or demand for a single difference - is to find a peaceful, truly grateful moment of existence. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Always One Thing All Along

not removed from the dance at all - there is no transcendence of note to a songs becoming, and even the silence space of listening belongs within the whole. This is the song we dance to. I find myself now in observation of leaves dancing through the wind, swept from trees and gliding upwards from the ground to catch one more moment in the breeze. It's all motion. Here, I witness a  dance of inclusion, from unseen wind, aimlessness of leaves, and my own participation of simply aware. All without choice or direct motivation, nothing but air offering space for life full expression. How lucky am I to be this dance? Even now, hours later as I write these words, sheltered from the touch of wind - it's still just one thing dancing, a guise of traded partners, but always one thing all along. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Our One And Final Resting Place

and this, whatever is now present - is our one and final resting place. It's here, with every detail found and nothing more excluded, that we come to a natural relief, nothing to attain or further give away. Everything belongs. To rest here, this very moment, is to simply recognize this great completion, that nothing ever has been left out and life has always perfectly flowed through every means and channels. This too includes those moments of despair, sorrow, and then elation. It's all life in constant happening. To know this - is to find rest. It's the end of wishing for a forever, final, point of glory. We are here, now, and nothing more can be added. It's the moment we recognize our completion. 

~

Peace,

Eric  

Only, Once, And Gone

it's this moment only, once and gone, and our world is held in its completion. This, than, provides a span of birth, to death, and again a new becoming. Here, I cease as past appearance and give myself to this life now, yet briefly, for even as I note this time it slips in continuous fashion for something else to be. Another moment, rebirth, a full life lived within an instant. I could fill this lifetime with a story, carry a karmic burden moment to every following moment - or simply accept that right now is complete entirely on its own. Even the story belongs within the flow, and perhaps will reach its own conclusion in the time that its been give. This moment, I am awake to what is, with no concern beyond the death of now. What's reborn - happens always on its own. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

In This Moment - I am Soul

perhaps our true and only soul is found present to the moment, not lasting past this singular point of expression, life simply gathered to what seems our containment of thought and form. In this case we would be continuously reborn, a process of becoming and never repeated, a soul for each moment noticed. This is not my claim, I'm privy to no knowledge other than my experience of right now, and even this is a shifting collage what's given. This is only a speculation of thoughts appearing, a quiet time before an empty page, and a wish to be creative. In this moment there is so much beauty, life affirming itself through my senses, a gentle urge to open myself in complete recognition that I belong fully to all that is right now, in this moment - I am soul. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Because This Always Is

because this always is - at no point are we never not receptive, fully open to life at play through our existence. To be awake, is to simply be aware that we too are a dynamic aspect of this stream of doing, motion with a temporary identity of self, glimpsing our place amidst the whole. Yet often as well we lose this view, forgetting largeness in focus of the small and details of this daily flow. But we are never removed, and it all continues through every moment we're aware and every instant it's all forgotten. Because this, life in constant happening - always is. 

Peace,

Eric 

A Shared Existence of Which To Be Aware

to exist - truthfully my only conclusion, this gathering of thought and seeming form, lingering to what amounts to be a lifetime. I exist. Nothing more can be claimed that isn't speculation on things outside this moment. Yet I find that the mystery of me being here at all, aware, and knowing the sheer impossibility of every detail that occurred to bring me to this moment - this than is my awakening. I know nothing of what comes after, no wisdom of cosmic proportions, no insights given on important life matters. Just this, that I exist, and that somehow I am aware of my existence. I see too that this is not a solitary occasion - life is shared, it's not my existence alone but life in singular distinctions, arising in some spontaneous fashion, it's all just a mystery of appearance. It's one thing, a shared existence of which to be aware. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

The Unearned Grace of Being

being - and nothing more than 

this at all. 

It really really is that simple, life without an agenda other than to be expressed in full vibrancy, my own participation belonging completely of the whole. This is all without effort, yet dynamic in it's motion. For me, this does not discount any aspect of life, being is inclusive to all that life offers and this may bring a struggle for certain benchmarks of achievement, or perhaps suffering through a length of true depression. But in no way does this affect being itself, life continuing to thrive in the exact point of my lowest time. I don't sit in judgement of how life will be expressed, allowing myself preference, yet knowing too that all will change through the course of time, and that I am no exception to this rule. This comes to what is meant by being, that I am a verb, continuous in interaction with every other aspect of life, yet singular in my own unique reference. At no point do I break from the whole, never separate from that full vibrancy of life. I always belong - and this, the unearned grace of simply being. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

To Simply Notice

to simply notice - unattached to what appears, lingers, and then to pass. This too includes that which is cherished, or what is wished to leave much sooner. It all belongs. We have no role in any of this, life offering itself wholly as it is, an entanglement of possibilities played out entirely beyond control. To notice, marking an event or object as an occurrence of aware curiosity, a seamless happening that holds us in direct participation - this is our moments meditation, and effortlessly, it happens completely on its own. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

The Path Too Is Seamless

the path too is seamless, a desire line traced to the very ground we search for, no turn set apart from the earth of its allowing. So it's true as well with our own seeking, our wish to know a higher truth, to awaken and find that we are enlightened. Our path is always, simply, now - at no point are we removed from the only moment of our awakening. We are on a seamless journey, wandering the same holy grounds we search for, each step the immediacy of our arrival. There is no issue with the path or the journey, and the traveler too belongs exactly where they're found. We only need remember  - there is no place, no path, that is not on holy ground. 

And every step is our awakening. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

A More Restive Inquiry

it comes to be a more restive inquiry, without need, nor want of answers - we simply behold the present moment, aware, and give ourselves the unadorned pleasure of allowing it all to be, exactly and only as it is. Nothing is excluded, indeed we are an open invitation for life in its every conceivable way to meet us again, and again in all its varied forms and guises. Our inquiry is allowing, exploring our own capacity to hold all that life offers. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

And Now Another Moment

and not to mention that we are inseparable from the content of awareness - to trace any object through our line of sight directly back to where this view begins, is to find a seamless flow from form, to formless aware. There's no break to distinguish that one becomes another, at no point is a line drawn to imply a separation of two. It's one existence in the appearance of all things, life simply enjoying its own spontaneous nature of being space and object at once. Of course this is my own inquiry, finding myself shared as capacity for things to be. It's no conclusion to anything other than this moment of seeing. 

And now another moment comes to be....

~

Peace,

Eric 

An Alchemical Problem

without need to make this other - as if this present moment is an alchemical problem in need of a solution, transferring the lead of ordinary suffering into a life of seeming gold. Nothing ever has to be other than what is found right now, indeed, it won't be, can't be, until another moment unfolds to something new. We don't have to like what any moment may hold, yet even our wish for a golden life belongs, and is immediately accepted as what is. But this, exactly, and only this - is present moment reality. Opening ourselves fully to this great allowing is the real alchemy of existence. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

And Then Just Write

it's seldom that I encounter writer's block or feel there's an obstacle in the creative flow of writing. The easiest explanation is that there's nothing that can truly prevent inspiration from reaching it's destination - which in my case is this blog. Even this view isn't entirely correct, inspiration isn't an thing that actually arrives or leaves, it's not a one on event gifted to a select few on a specific moment. No, inspiration is simply life, held in awe for it's continued unfolding of itself in every guise imaginable. It's right now, the sudden appearance of these words from the complete nothing of what previously what thought before. Mystery is always present, giving, and my role is to only be open for a moment of clarity, receiving what is ever here, now. 

And then just write. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Beauty in Return

we are receptive - in all ways and always, and more so, this is the entirety of our experience of being. At no point is our argument with reality valid, everything is received in equal measure, and this too includes our counter demand to what is present and our wish for things to somehow be other. In this same light - beauty is created by this continuous receiving. We are the alchemic center point of existence, receptive to all offers and matching each with our ability to continue being, to carry the load of a weighted world and somehow still manage one more step, and one more again after. Our one and true nature is simply receiving - and what we give is beauty in return, 

~

Peace,

Eric 

For Just Moments Notice

from first we are given as motion - a seamless, ceaseless, note of being through life's currents. As through every body of water, there is no ripple separate from the whole, no wave apart from the ocean. Simply continuous movement, thoughts fluctuating, flickering for a moments sense of purpose and again passing on to be replaced by another new meaning. Nothing is static, changeless, everything a complete letting go through each and every instant. In this light - what we are is always a temporary identity in existence, gathered for just a moments notice. 

~

Peace,

Eric

To Regain Our Sense Of Motion

it's a never ending inquiry, not to find or determine a final truth of self - but to simply regain our sense of motion, exploring a moment to moment flow of events that require our direct participation by virtue of a shared appearance. Each moment is unique and never again to come our way - to this we give a deep nod of appreciation, inquiring only at the wonder of it all. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

And Seamless Still

and the view is always seamless, distinctions given from the whole, no lines drawn between objects and the space of their surrounding. To this, my sight is simply turned towards its origin, and seamless too I find that emptiness arises, my absence from the view, yet more, and seamless still - now life is found in full belonging. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

On Taking Credit For

of course I'd love to take credit for it, for this success of life, and even for failures and the lessons learned. Yet, mostly what I find is a clear, spontaneous arising of events, my own participation simply being a management of occurrence, perhaps given artistic license through arrangement. Certainly there has always been the appearance of consequence of actions taken - yet in the intricate dynamics of events, seen and unseen, near and far, what role do I truly play in their outcome? Traditionally, we demand our charge as the final say in how life plays. For me, I find this voice shallow, with no authority beyond a shout in empty chambers. Only echoes fading. So it seems that choice is apparent - but real power is not found in appearance, it's not a wish, manifestation of desires. It's simply life, the full allowance of all dynamics in their creative play. This is far too much for one person to demand credit for - most especially as I too, am found amidst this play. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Never Once Removed

not removed - and so this reverence comes to the inclusion of myself as well. I too am a intricate, essential aspect of the whole. Life is always, only, just one thing, seamlessly expressed as wind and rain, sunlight dappled on the ground - and then found too as my own participation through it all. This is life - and never once are we removed. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

From My Dearest Friend

what to do when there is no self found to harm, no one to condemn, nothing to confront in this alone understanding? Perhaps we could call this "non-dual" depression - or better still, simply allow it to arise without labels, without need to manipulate it to a different state of mind. There is no making light of this - some moments seem to overwhelm me, darkness applies itself through better parts of my days. Not always - but sometimes. I've found ways to cope, navigating this weight to bring on better days. I have also blamed myself when I couldn't bring around a lighter shade of mood. Here's the thing - I have no wisdom to apply in this situation, no truth to give myself to balm a deep set wound, there's no meditation or inquiry to relieve this. But there is the tenderness found within this very moment, a willingness to let things be, broken as is, without a quick fix offered. What I have found is that all this, wounds and all - belong to each moment of their appearance. They arise and stay at their own convenience, no say for my concern, or even well being. I can let them be, or acknowledge their appearance with the same care, the same love and understanding that I might offer to another. I can be my own dearest friend. Sometimes the best we can offer to another is just space to tend their deepest wounds. This is what I am - an offered space, allowing wounds to be. I know this space is given from my dearest friend. 

Peace,

Eric 

Original Belongs (Nature Heals)

it's that we bring less of ourselves to nature, an emptying of what's false in our beliefs of what we are, and return to our original sense of true belonging. Nature heals only in the sense that we feel removed from the intent of life thriving as itself - and once we step clear in our return, we are once more matched in this purpose, we again recognize ourselves as life in motive of simply living. This is the healing we need and deeply wish for - to belong, fully, to this original belonging. 

*written after a long day in the deep woods. 

Peace,

Eric 

Our Freedom

and here's the thing - it's not freedom from anything, we're not removed from any thought, nor dark emotion. We are free, this one very moment, for all of this, and more, to simply be. There is no need to manipulate our inner circumstances to be other than this perfect state of allowing, an innate acceptance of how things are, right now, with wisdom guided to any sense of action to be taken. This is not an earned grace, but simply the natural expression of life, without our concern for things to be other than they are, the wisdom of knowing that they really can't be other, until the very moment that they are. 

Peace,

Eric 

My Own Seasonal Grace

it's my own seasonal grace - that it all occurs within and as my personal experience, and every thought and mood passes through this all allowing field. Nothing will last beyond the moment its been given, having a season that belongs to its own length and rhythm, an understanding that defies my own wish for perhaps another, different season. It's here that grace is delivered through not my own merit, but by virtue that life is constant in the changes that it offers. There is nowhere else to go, no meditation to escape this moment, and only a means to simply welcome what is and always now, whatever season that may be. 

Because It's So

because it's so - and in this, our argument against reality, the present moment, is done. This is our only awakening, that what we experience now is accepted not through our volition but by virtue of its appearance within our life. Allowing isn't a personal verb, it's the grace of recognition of what is, and the equal grace of knowing that all things must eventually go. We are not mere passive observers of this, we are a vital force participating as the whole, life itself  in full display of possibilities. As this - nothing is denied. Our pain, every deep ache, and longing, belong just the same as every wish fulfilled. Even our refusal to all of the above, a continued fight against what's found this very moment - simply comes to this allowing on its own. 

Because it's so - and there's nothing we can do

until the present moment unfolds as

something new. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Truly We Don't Know

it's truly that we don't know, an impossibility of nothing that leaves us firmly in the grip of indescribable mystery. Today I viewed tree forsaken of leaves that just days ago offered a bright display of color, it's a seasonal conclusion to the vibrant life brought by the green of spring and summer. I understand this cycle, a witness to the seasonal grace of season coming to an end in the same moment another comes to begin. Yet what mystery urges an exact wind to reach a leaf that clings for just this instant in its reach? In the aftermath of its fall, what will be nourished in its decay for a spring release? Is this new life separate from that which offered itself for its arrival? There's an interplay of life, everything touched upon another so seamlessly it's impossible to say there truly is another. This includes my observation - my inquiry lending me to this unanswerable moment of wonder. I don't know anything beyond seeing a tree in the autumn of its existence, the experience of my observation, and the mystery that somehow brought this moment all together. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Loss Of Meaning

there's a loss of meaning - words such as allowing, forgiving, and surrender, all actions of their own without my aid or interference. These are concepts assigned to a natural order. I am not a force that allows or surrenders, there is nothing to forgive once the moment of occurrence is over. This all happens on its own and only later do I come and claim to be the one of doing. Yet still I like them as ideals, holding less meaning only diminishes my role of importance and not their own natural function. I now recognize that something is allowed by virtue of its appearance, forgiveness simply happens once the instant passes, and surrender is just this moment and the subtle nod to all that's present. The meaning is lost because I'm no longer responsible to make any of this happen, and in truth, never was at all. 

It all functions completely on its own.

~

Peace,

Eric 

Old Wounds/Present Hurt

I’m amazed that old wounds still find news ways to haunt - it’s not a matter of forgiveness, letting go, or positive thoughts. What hurts - hurts. And often will for a very long time. Instead of changing focus, or inquiring into the nature of my wound(s) or even a deep dive into who it is that experiences this hurt - it’s enough to simply open to it, again, and even again as often as it’s thrown my way. There’s no escape. Today’s hit came by blindside, an instantaneous stab on sight. It wasn’t even specific to me, a witness to a confession where I was a casual aside to an event that once shattered my life. So here I am, embraced within a hurt that leaves me no option but to return its embrace and let it be without question. There will be time for that, introspection, inquiry, a note that it all occurred within an all allowing landscape of peace. Knowing this doesn’t remove the sting - but perhaps it helps keep the long view in sight. I wrote earlier today about participation - and I hear I am, participating in this aspect of life called heartbreak. I don’t like it. I don’t have too. In fact I don’t have to do anything at all - but simply know it all belongs. No one gets a pass from life. Any of it. It’s enough to be alive. Sometimes a participation trophy is its own, best reward.

Peace, truly, Eric

Participation Award #2

it's the impossibility of dodging raindrops through a storm - we are participants by simply being present, becoming wet with the reality of rain. So too there is no escaping any aspect of life, each thought is welcomed by virtue of its appearance, emotions occupying a brief moment of our mind. We are participants of life - simply by our presence. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

No Matter

no matter - and it's just this, whatever each moment may hold, life continues in its flow, and our discomfort, or most cherished gift received, last through the same effect of time. No matter how we wish for things to turnout otherwise. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Of Our Own

of our own - and with deep appreciation for insights offered from another. Yet it's this moment alone that informs us, a grace given that provides its own understanding. Beyond this - there is nothing known for certain, no words to confirm, nor deny the reality held within this instant. The moment stands alone. 

And nothing more is needed. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Sadhana

sadhana - and we find ourselves released from the path with the realization that this moment alone is our practice, an allowing grace of just this, whatever now is found, and whatever more unfolds. This grace, unearned, and fully ours - with nothing left to do, no practice remaining, but to relax in this awareness. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Only This

without addition - and too without need to 

avoid what's held within each

moment

there is only this

and nothing more is really known- until 

another moment follows. 

~

Peace,

Eric

Less

and now - less an artist than perhaps a brushstroke, or 

written word given to the page.

there is just, and only, this 

one expression. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Expressed

what will be expressed - happens 

entirely on its own

yet always 

to the page provided

~

Our role is easy, be present, alert to inspirations spontaneous arrival.

Peace,

Eric 

It's That Rain Falls

it's that rain falls, and just like thoughts, words, and

every object through awareness -

there is only, always, this

allowing 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Relax

and for me, the insight is to simply, only, relax - allowing happens through no effort of my own, and what appears is always allowed by virtue of my observation. The desire to try and change events, to shift my emotions to a more agreeable state, may still surface - yet that deep sense of fear presented to what's occurring, or the deeper fear of what's to come, no longer drives me from this moment. To relax in the presence of this, no matter what it may be is the openness of being alive. As Roman playwright Terence claimed -"I am human, and I think nothing human is alien to me." So too for me - and in this I find myself relaxing. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Our Own Revelation

it's always our own revelation - awakening to each moment in spontaneous fashion, exactly as it is, and allowing what appears to simply reach us on its own. There is no need to strive for insight, we are given this, right now, and all the moment holds.

~

Peace,

Eric 

Gift of Not Knowing

it's the gift of not knowing - allowing words to find the page through the means of their own arrival, abiding in the space that precedes and invites their presence to the page. This too is our own inquiry, simply noting what's before each coming thought, a willingness to not fill a restful moment with beliefs of what we should be doing, or who it is what directs our course of action. It's just letting things be as they are, right now, without demand for things to be other, and more - without need to know anything else than what this moment offers. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Disbelief

there's magic in disbelief - allowing ourselves the freedom of not owning what appears to world or mind. It's not a matter of doubting the senses, nor what our emotions may hold - there's a subtle distinction between what is the real and what's true. Our inquiry is explore this distinction, what appears may certainly feel real, solid, and very much important - but is it true? Disbelief is simply withholding certainty, discarding layers of long held beliefs for the spaciousness that always belongs just underneath. We are not really even searching for truth -  just allowing reality to reveal itself each moment at a time. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

To Bloom As This Appearance

appearing as - and this is always our story, emerging seamless as an aspect of the whole, unique, yet never different from any other appearance too. We are a bloom to some eternal flower, through light and conditions found just perfect - we are aware and know ourselves as this existence. Our expression is without effort, no will to be, a simple grace to bloom as this appearance. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Never Just

it's never just - there is always a seamless inclusion that tells a greater story. This autumn leaf, drifting from branch to ground, carried through a reach of air belonging to the farthest touch of stars, and now my own observation joins within the whole. One leaf is the sum total of existence - everything traced back in continuation of infinite appearances. 

It was never just a leaf - there was

always our inclusion. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Without

without - and that's our inquiry, of what's found with each label now discarded, exploring what remains in space that once held our most cherished beliefs of who we think we are. There's no need for great effort or the use of imagination - simply take aware one idea of identity, without the thought of being a Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, or even placing value on a faith at all, what's left now? If not self assigned to any political party, or concepts believed to define the issues of our time - is there really a line drawn for our division? We can take this inquiry far into an exploration of what we are right now without the addition of thoughts and beliefs that cloud our true sky nature. It's a simple matter of asking...

~

Peace,

Eric 

It's Enough To Know - I am

where do we begin - and in the absence of finding a single point of becoming, do we exist as a separate self apart from the whole of all existence? I find my own reach to simply be an equal embrace of space and form - no break from air to skin and back again. My view is inclusive to what's found, demanding nothing other than the entirety of its field of vision. Every sense takes only what is given, making nothing of its own, responding from the still point of being. I make no effort to think, breathe, feel, see or hear. It's all one great occurrence to which I am grateful to find myself in belonging. I have no idea how this all came to be, why I find myself aware of this occurring moment of existence. It's all a mystery. 

And it's enough to know - I am. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Yet Only, Fully, As Existence

I exist - yet only as

existence,

yet still a life is fully lived.

~

There is no sense in denial of what seems and feels as an individual life, even if in light of inquiry no such self is found. We appear as an aspect of the whole, given to moments of feeling as if we're separate and alone. Top awaken is simply regaining sight of our completion, just as a a flower opens from the bud, reaching out through space and light, rooted firmly to nourishing earth, yet at once never found separate from either. There is no denying its essence as a flower, and too the reality of its one existence as earth, air and light. 

It's all one thing touched upon itself in imagined union. 

An aspect never breaking from the whole. 

I exist - yet only, 

fully, as 

existence. 

Peace,

Eric 

Room

room for this too - and there is, always. Perhaps this should be our true mantra, a soft repeated remembering of what we are as spacious capacity and too in our finite humanness. It's nothing special, we are expansive by nature, an allowing presence of indiscriminative taste. This happens entirely beyond our own volition, indeed, even our refusal of this acceptance instantly becomes accepted without terms or demand to be otherwise. There is always room for what's occurring, and room too for what's to come. It's simply what we are. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

On The Basis of Nothing

on the basis of

nothing,

beliefs layered to a false 

self constructed 

~

It seems pointless to argue on the reality of self- we can deconstruct ego and come to a conclusion that points to a realty absent of any fundamental sense of self. We can literally point to our own empty nature and "see" what this absence holds. Yet this dismissal also seems to do a disservice to our appearance as a unique person belonging in the world. What appears is sacred by virtue of its brevity of being, our singular moment to this expression of the whole. This particular sense of self will/may never occur again and should be treasured for the mystery and miracle of its appearance. At the same time, a full embrace of its impermanence, fragility, and tendency to grasp for a lasting sense of purpose will open us to the spaciousness that surrounds and pervades this sense of self. We are - and we're not. At once. Our freedom lies in this acceptance. In this light we are truly in the world, but not of it - yet even more, we are capacity for the world, as well as a unique, extraordinary aspect of it. 

Peace,

Eric 

Each Instant Stands Alone

it doesn't have to be anything other than this, whatever now the moment holds - each instant stands alone, empty of any true influence outside of its existence, always fulfilling itself with exactly, and only what's occurring right now. 

To this - our natural surrender. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Everything Now Belongs

not this...not that - and as such we 

come to exactly what 

we are

~

It's the dismissal of items, from thought to body and further still to the objects of the world and in this we come to later find a single great inclusion. Yes, we are not any one thought, nor thoughts gathered and lingering to form a belief of who we are. We are not a collection of body parts. Everything we thing we are is easily dismissed. In the end, not this...not that...reveals absolutely nothing at all. We've come to our own conclusion. Yet this dismissal doesn't separate us from what was left behind, yes, I am not this but still it's appearance belongs for whatever length of stay. In the emptiness of this great revelation - everything now belongs. 

Peace,

Eric 

Of My Observation

the inquiry is to note the seamless - from drifting 

leaf and the breeze that 

carries,

to the moment of my

observation.

there is only this existence

~

Peace,

Eric 

Giving You Another Story

it's simply the story line told to ourselves for the length of a lifetime - and not even totally one of our creation. From first breath to name and further on to later years, we've inherited beliefs on who, what we are, with seldom a question otherwise. We've accepted words given from parents, teachers, clergy, and media, adding each to the make believe life of design. Sometimes they serve - mostly they confuse and almost always they go unquestioned. We repeat these stories, adding fiction of our own making to bolster our (self) appeal. Yet nothing we tell ourselves is truly real, no story illustrates reality no matter how well told. Even the ones that may prove helpful for a time fall short in any meaning they provide. Certainly we could continue with the stories, there seems to be no harm, and they do aid in navigating difficult times. Except they're never real and always limit what we truly are - which is something that can't, won't, be defined by any thought, emotion, or word. But we may know it by the absence of any of these concepts, or the space that lies between them, or the stillness that precedes it all. If we ask who, or what we are, dismissing each answer that quickly occurs and examining ideas that linger - we come to a silence, spacious truth. That's the absence of stories. It's also where we recover from all we've inherited and added as false labels to our original untouched promise. It's where we rest. Just seeing stories for stories provide us access to this ever present promise, it delivers us a ready smile and spaciousness that allows us to relax, if even for a moment, without the constant narration of our life being told by false, outdated ideals. 

Of course, this too is just a story. Words. Ideas. 

Question this, hold all beliefs 

lightly. 

Let your own truth unfold. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Not This, Not That

this great lessening - not this...not that, without conceding to

demand or belief of our becoming. Until the 

simple, only realization is -

we're nowhere at all.

yet still, we somehow find 

ourselves 

aware. 

~

Peace,

Eric

*(and too, eventually even awareness...not this, not that)

The Unseen

it's apparent - even though always unseen. Every bird has faith in sky and wind and knows its truly home in the emptiness that holds it in flight. What's apparent is life in continuation as the unseen invitation to soar, nothing offering itself so something solid can occur. Our flight is grounded - but we are not separate from the bird. 

The unseen invites us all to be. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Effect, Effect, Effect

it only appears to be karma, it's not really cause and effect but simply, only, effect...effect...effect...in endless supply without a single true cause to believe in. Our freedom is found beyond the illusion of believing that something had to happen. We are not bound to any timeline, nor attached to a karmic path of any direction. We are unbound and free - as we are. Right now. 

~

Peace,

Eric  

Maybe Truer Then Before

with each item dismissed we come to a closer understanding of self, not truth in an ultimate sense but simply truer then before. It's in knowing that we aren't this alone, this body, mind, emotion or even concept of identity - the self that's come to is not a real self at all, but an aware capacity serving to hold the world, offering itself for life's fulfillment. Yet even this eventually finds itself dismissed as a state to be observed, again not the final truth of what we are. In this light, what we might find is that we are no-thing at all, negation itself in constant revelation of its infinite potential to be and not be at the very same time. Our reality is simply endlessness itself, life in constant fashion played through original, empty nature. But as these words too come to be dismissed - again, I find myself as nothing ultimately true at all.

But maybe truer then before. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Never Now Existed

and surrender is simply the recognition that the

moment of our letting go -

has never now

existed 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Only This

look,

and in the absence of a single, solid

self found - 

there is only this belonging...

~

Peace,

Eric 

Just

just aware - and no

one there to

notice

~

To even say " I am aware" is a false claim of ownership - there is only awareness and what arises as and within itself. To be witness to this is to still be part of the story. What's observed is not the end game and the observer the final letting go. Yet everything belongs for the sake and length of its appearance - no effort needed for their surrender. 

It happens entirely on its own. 

*(not to imply that practice is/isn't helpful) 

Peace,

Eric 

Simply Is

and even the origin of everything, the one 

true, and only source -

is dreamed into existence.

it all simply is, 

mystery in creation to

itself.

~

Peace,

Eric 

Appearing Briefly

what a beautiful expression - what we truly, always are, life

itself, give from the absolute,

and appearing briefly as 

this form.

~

Peace,

Eric 

There Is Seeing

in flight - and one thing shown as

bird, air, and my own

participation.

there is seeing - and nothing separate observed.

~

Peace,

Eric 

And This Includes

a bird doesn't surrender to sky - nor does 

air support its flight.

one thing in full appreciation of

itself.

and this includes our observation. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

True Face

and our true face - without feature save but

what is offered by the 

view

we are fulfilled by all that's given

~

Peace,

Eric 

Knowing Fully Well

even now - these words seemingly composed with planning, a theme playing through mind to fingers typing. Yet still it's a mystery in what comes to me, each word a spontaneous appearance, inspiration gifted to an empty page. 

I have no idea where these words, thoughts, ideas, come from - in daily conversations, to moments dedicated to writing, everything happens on its own. 

 only after their appearance do I claim myself as 

author - knowing fully well that it 

isn't really so. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Vaster Than The Sky

and as the wind too - I find

myself as only 

motion,

belonging fully to something 

vaster than the sky.

~

Peace,

Eric 

My Best Advice

my best advice - let the day find you, and

then vanish in its

light,

everything happens from this space

entirely in its

own.

~

Of course this isn't true and it isn't really advice - we are both vanished and appearing, allowing space and what's happening, all the time, no effort in this at all. 

Peace,

Eric