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.
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Peace,
Eric
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