Attending To

attending to - and with this we bring the

gift of intimacy to each 

moment

it's simply space caressed against itself as form, a dualistic illusion of the senses for the sake of mystery's own fulfillment. We attend by observation, no effort given to noting detail but full allowance in all that occurs. 

here - it's all seen as one thing, spaciousness belonging to that which fills it, objects made available to the empty touch of their true existence. 

One thing in self completion. 

attending to this - just the simplicity of it all happening, right here, now, and that we belong fully to and as the moment itself and all that pertains. It's here that we know ourselves as emptiness and too as the objects that appear, as thought and body as well as the infinite space that surrounds. It's here, that we know ourselves as love - allowing everything to simply be, accepting the world in fault and wonder, spacious, full, and always, only just one thing expressed in mystery. 

~

Peace,

Eric