It's Always Emptiness Becoming

and so we look - it's that simple, to find our place amidst a world of thought and objects, wishing to know where we fit in. Our view is always of the infinite, and yet attention is trained on the momentary and the small - it seems we miss the obvious space that holds it all together, a void existing for objects to belong. It's in looking that we come to see that nothing of the world stands alone, seamless, there are no lines from air to bird, tree and earth, and scene from seer. It's always emptiness becoming and then again giving way to formless allowing. But always just one thing. Our own view is full in this disclosure - traced back to source we come to emptiness at it's origin, no seer found in resemblance to what we believed we've always known. There's no one there to watch the view, no central command to give order to the world - and yet, somehow, this spaciousness is aware, and knows it's function is to simply hold it all without compare, pure and no conditions. Perhaps better said - we find our place as love. 

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Peace,

Eric