My Devotion Truly Is To Nothing

to this moment comes my devotion - yet not to any singular item, nothing imagined, nor any distant God implied. It's this, right now, and all that may appear. I am devoted to this pure allowing nature, how one thing, in complete mystery, is able to expand as every detail of the world. I am devoted to my own surrender, a giving way of selfish notions as this moment opens fully to show me all it holds. To this, than, my devotion truly is to nothing - it's this boundless capacity that astounds me, from nothingness itself comes the world, and too it continues as a giving space. That it all happens here, this one and only moment, this alone gives reason to devotion. 

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Peace,

Eric 

In This Grace There Is Surrender

we are the mystery, unfolding through each moment, without answer, and less the need to know for certain - in this grace there is surrender, effortless, and life continues in its flow. This is the simplicity of being, just recognizing that the details of life are met without our conscious actions needed. There is no command to cause a heartbeat, and even thoughts occur without direction. We are a vast mystery, and every answer only seems to lead us further to the unknown reason of it all. Let's be fine with that, causeless in our wanders and wonder, happily embracing the suchness of each moment. In this we are no different than any other aspect of the world - with no more purpose than to be within the offered moment, as if a leaf caught within the wind, content in its carry, leaving its story of branch and tree behind. What waits ahead is always uncertain - but the breeze, the breeze too is a mystery of its own, and it all unfolds together. And life continues flowing on...

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Peace,

Eric 

The Tree of My Belonging

it could have been anything, indeed, it absolutely is all things - yet for this moment it was simply a single tree of my belonging, an invitation to again see myself in giving capacity for something else to be. This was the sudden recognition of myself in varied form, that I belonged now as much to forest, streams, and every length of field as I did to my own life before. It was a sense beyond connection, not two things seen as a relationship brought together, but that there was always, and only this one belonging, everything lending itself full to the completion of another. Truly, just one thing. It could have been anything- but for this moment, this offering, it was the tree of my belonging. 

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Peace,

Eric 

With No Between Between Us

with no between found - it all 

belongs in continuous

fashion. 

We are of nebulous borders, everything, barely contained before our reach continuous. We see this from a tree in its touch of earth and air, at once distinct as well as one thing in display. There's no true point where a branch leaves off to know itself as sky. In this too, we see there's no between between us - we are matched in equal becoming, form giving way to a spacious embrace, and gathered again in just a different distinction. It's all simply energy in the function of appearance, giving the world its unique presentation. 

In this we are included, singular, yet aware of how it all flows in such a way as to appear there's separation. There's the illusion of between. 

Yet never do we break in 

our continuation. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

With This Belonging

the world is filled with this belonging, one thing in full acceptance of itself, even in the continuous revelations of its own mystery. Nothing is ever denied. To this we find ourselves as the same accepting grace, revealed no less as mystery too, and each thing of the world recognized in this belonging. It becomes its own meditation, an inquiry into the endlessness of encountering ourselves in every guise that's offered. 

Through this we see there's only one belonging, we accept aspects of ourselves once found hidden, forgotten until this sudden revelation. We belong to each thing seen, a recognition of our own largeness and by extension the smallest detail of it all. Nothing escapes this belonging. The only real wonder is of forgetting this is so - until we come, again, again to the awe of our remembering. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Apart From This

nothing is apart from - there's no real content that can be shown separate from the capacity of its hold, it's all simply distinctions, one thing in easy play of form to formless. We are aware, and in this we note what appears and then departs. At no point do we find ourselves apart from this motion. There's no line drawn in this inclusion, nothing to distinguish that what's observed is any other than the observer too. To write otherwise would deny the seamless lay of words, the emptiness of this page in expansion to what's told. 

To see this clearly, seeing, even a glimpse, is to awaken. 

From here, the world is ours to explore - how one thing continually opens to itself in new expressions. From our view the world expands to another aspect of ourselves unexplored, we see how spontaneous every appearance is, our reach becoming emptiness and then a sudden rise to thought, or form. 

It's all one thing, literally - and nothing is ever found apart from this. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

The View Remains In Full Display

nothing changes - seeing from this point of clarity doesn't offer us a different world, the view remains in full display of beauty, anguish, and every detail in between. We still suffer. Perhaps in someways even deeper now, as we are fully engaged in aspects of life once ignored, every experience is shared at some level as our own. That's the difference, boundaries long believed in are seen as illusions of the mind, distance between us no longer serve as a sense of separation but simply spaciousness shared, a joined capacity that allows for for all things their unique expression. Still, truthfully, nothing has changed - this very thing is reality now, just unseen, forgotten on a subtle level. So now we remember, and the world continues in its usual fashion - yet we see. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Our Capacity That Accepts And Holds The World

it's what appears, on its own, and in spontaneous fashion - this is our present moment, our only given now, and regardless of content it's all that's being offered. There's no need to cultivate a mindful approach to acceptance - we are here, already fully embraced and embracing every detail that's occurring. Just knowing this is to awaken, and no technique brings us any closer, nor does forgetting create distance from this moment. Everything belongs to the moment it appears, and this too includes our wish for things to be other. This is our humbling, that we are not grand creators of destiny, but capacity in an even grander allowing. We are presence, a void of lasting preference in order to receive every detail of the world. What appears, moment to every moment, is without  our assent or control, it's given in a way that's beyond our understanding. What we offer in return is an allowing grace, a reception to what appears, and a life continuing through all that's received. We are humbled not by any lack of power, but by our capacity that accepts and holds the world. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

The World To Us Without Request

we don't have to do anything, no prayer, no method, nor mindful technique - the world opens to us without request. This is seeing, allowing everything to be completely as it is, our thoughts settled without need to interfere, life flowing on a course beyond control yet always with our inclusion. To see this is to be welcomed by this flow, to find that it's always occurring, and that now we are simply awake to its carry. It's all happening this moment, right now we are completely alive and awake as we will ever be, existing as the very fabric of life. Nothing we have done has caused this, we have been gifted with existence through no effort of our own. Nothing more needs to be done to come to this realization, we are awake, aware, and this alone is enough. It's enough. Indeed, life, and seeing the grace of our inclusion - is all there is to being. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

By Grace Our True Expansion

in any direction - we are. If it's found in view, or even just beyond, it's then by grace our true expansion. This is literal. Nothing seen is found apart from us, the seer is not separate from the seen but is fully in its inclusion. So too, as the universe expands, our own awakening increases in proportion, always one more thing added to the list of our becoming - to see the details of the world and know that, yes, this too my own self, and be grateful for this knowing. This is seeing, sight not dependent on eyes, but more so a depth of understanding, a moment to moment claim of assurance that indeed, in any direction - we are. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Now Unbound In View And Simply Being

and now unbound - yet truly this is always so, easily known and seen. From my view there is the world, everything belonging perfect to my gaze. At no point is there a break between any object seen and the space that surrounds it, no lines drawn to offer a true distinction in existence. I find one thing seen in various forms and continued as distance in between. To return this view to the source of its beginning, this end that notes itself as me - here too I only find inclusion, nothing bound to a conventional sense of what the world tells me that I am. Yes, seeing this and now, unbound in view and simply being. Indeed, it's always so. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Nothing That Is Truly Apart From Me

what I am - and looking, I see no point of separation between myself and objects of my observation, and deeper still I find nothing that is truly apart from me. There's nothing solid to my identity, for every one thing known there's infinite more remaining as a mystery. To this, I now claim that I am everything, that through my capacity, my open engagement to all that I behold - there's no me that's not included as the whole. Breaking this down into further, from microbes gathered to a subtle energy that somehow holds this form in place -there is not just one thing that I made of, and past this, I continue on even more. So what I am, is exactly, and only this - and nothing is excluded. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Complete In Broken Pieces

we don't come to a sudden end of suffering, no point where life ceases its inclusion - everything belongs and often too this holds our sorrows. And there it is, that holding, life embracing every aspect of itself. That's our awakening, here, this moment and now alone. Life needs no antidote, our sorrow, and indeed, even the daily discontent we often encounter, are true in their belonging. Our own Buddha path towards Nirvana is this acceptance, with no further steps taken than this one revelation of our journey ending here - we won't always be healed, but we are never not whole. We are complete in broken pieces - and in the spaciousness of this understanding, everything belongs. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Our Only Real Return

from awakening - and clearly it's nothing more than this, no matter what the moment brings, or exactly is happening. It's the absence of belief even as we make believe make with stories told of wishful thinking. We always return to now, the clarity of just before an added layer, unvarnished, and available to true seeing. This is why we say awakening - continuous, as each moment becomes a little something else again, allowing ourselves a fresh perspective of what now is, and never to be repeated. So awakening is our only real return, everything else shifts in certainties, seen as true until our next belief leads to another story - our return is to the simplicity before the need to be certain arises. It's to this moment. With nowhere else to be. 

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Peace,

Eric 

An Event With An Ever Expanding Event

in the midst of it all - yet even this misleads as if we're in the central casting. We are an event within an ever expanding event, an aware gathering of energy somehow given temporary stay in what appears to be a lifetime. It's all happening at once, and as one thing only - life in infinite play of form and space, time and the eternal, stillness and worlds set in continuous motion. At no point are we drawn apart from this, not even in a role of observation. There is just what's occurring now, this moment being the cosmic mystery in full display without need of term or theory. It all simply is, this event, and we are this constant happening. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Even As We Frame The Moment

there's no rush of seasons, everything is suited for the purpose of the moment, and this a continuation of the whole. We could say a flowers bloom is eternity in the making, and this just an offering to pollinate the world and keep its life in motion. Everything leads to everything, and even as we frame the moment in the perfection of flower - its already in the process of becoming something new, perhaps less in measured beauty, but still vital to it all. Through this light we see our own momentary blossom, a seasons worth of shine, but no less so as this one seasons ages. We too are in process, and we will offer something new in other seasons, our moment is always now, with no rush we bloom and let go, yet always - a continuation of the whole. 

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Peace,

Eric 

That There Is An I At All

I - and not found as a lasting, central identity, but a gathering of things once thought unrelated. To say that I am an event is more truthful than previously believed as an object. There is nothing of me that continues unchanged from past moments, no cell not slightly altered, nor thought that's ever just the same. Nothing pinpoints me to a single instant. In this light, I now find myself not existing in any separate fashion, but as existence itself and all that it includes - and this means too the inclusion of thoughts and sensations labeled as myself. I am not apart from thoughts of separation. This is where I find my peace - there is no belief that I am small. Even when I feel that way. That there is an I at all - is just part of this one belonging. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

It's Not Other

it's not other, this is exactly and only what the moment holds until a shift in its inclusion. We have no alternative to now, our wishes and demands for things to be different are but content for this moment and only serve as filler. This isn't a mindful call, urging attention to details of the present - it's a note to remind that this present moment is all we have, nothing is, nor can be excluded, and we are left here with all that it entails until life itself delivers something other. This is it. In this knowing we relax, our demands lessened, reality accepted even as we sometimes desire another, more pleasing, version of the moment. It's not about pushing such thoughts away - everything now belongs, and now is all we ever have. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Just Aware

If I look - I just see aware, and then labels come, and stories follow. Of course even before my first glance it all exists without story, or perhaps more truthful, existing without a storyteller. Yet always it's aware, both of objects and observer, event and that which notes of its occurrence - there's no line brought between them, only life in continuous flow. I make no claim as awareness, not passive witness, nor separate in any authorship. I am fully involved in this, somehow aware participant, and at once the participation too. But this is all too complicated, an involved story of what simply is - if I look, that first glance taken, before it all comes to be told, I see just aware. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

No Argument With Existence

I have no argument with existence - that I am, in this instant, is a gift without need to be explained or validated. To be curious as to origin and what proceeds from this point on is a bonus of philosophic pursuit yet not important to this moment. It's enough to simply be aware, to know that a breath drawn feeds life to this continuation, that it's release is gone without a promise for one more in return. No, I am not focused exclusive on this moment, I'm not mindful of every breath, nor thought that wanders - but I am awake in a certain fashion. By this I mean that I exist, life in this moment without a cause that I am certain of, I know of no karmic debt that needs paid, no nirvana or heaven that awaits me. There is no exact, specific reason, to be alive, aware, and absence of guess work - right now is all I hold as certain. So I have no argument with this, it would be a debate of imagined circumstance and unknowable fate. I am - and it's shared existence. The world is too. For this, and all that is, I am most grateful. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Of Every Arrangement Clouds Can Offer

what's to come? Any word may now follow, spontaneous from thought to eventual place on page. My role is to receive, arrange, and even this is given as inspiration and not an act of volition. What comes, at least for me, here, is not brought through demand, or willed for its appearance. These things are gifted. I find my true place by letting go of suspicions of where I should be, allowing myself to be arranged just as much as these words now. I am brought to each place in the same spontaneous fashion even as it feels a choice is made. Yet in review, I never find an  origin of how a thought appears, each one is just as sudden as any inspiration, some eventually lead to greater impact, while others simply pass without a lasting trace behind. I have no idea why. It's like cloud watching, how the sky is full of just allowing, open to the possibilities of every arrangements clouds can offer - there is no wish from my observation, designs appear without my interference or design. Yet I find myself engaged in this same inspiration, identifying shapes to give meaning, clouds drifting to new forms right before my eyes. It's all the same, words and clouds appearing on their own, my interpretation of what's given equally unprepared before the moment it arrives. I have no idea what's to come - I only know it's an inspired, spontaneous life worth living. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

We Are Equal In Every Detail

we are complex - yet uncomplicated in being. It's an orchestra of infinite themes tied to the play of life, one song in full performance as the whole. Through all this there is no effort of our own, no will to breathe, or a cause a heartbeat, nothing required on our part for this life to come to be. We find ourselves alive, capable through function, sustained by complexities beyond our understanding. But at no point do we have to plan this being - the sun rises and sets without our consent, skies have their own agenda as to what they off through each day, and the world continues in its motion even as we sleep. No conscious effort on our part is needed. Everything just somehow fits together, chaos seemingly planned to a perfection - it's beautiful, and terrifyingly out of our control. Exactly as it should be. We are not meant to complicate things. In this light, we see ourselves not as a separate performance, one life set apart from the whole, but the function itself. We are equal to every detail that brings the sun to rise and set, contributing to weather through our personal events, and give cause for the world to be in motion. All this simply because we are. In this light we see ourselves as the complexity for things to be. This too means all things are equal in their terms. Nothing that is can be removed. Life exist. It's not complicated. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Fluent In This Being

it's not really physics, there's no actual thing called by this name - there's simply what's happening right now, life without complexities, before the need for stories comes along. This isn't to say that science isn't so, or theories of how the universe works aren't true. It's that everything that is true, is in full occurrence this very moment. Our need to understand this creates a story we call physics, or any other branch of science. It's the same with religion, the existence of God is debatable, but life in its fundamental expression is already occurring, if God is, then now is indeed, the holy moment. I'm not suggesting that science is a belief, although quantum physics definitely takes a leap into what seems otherworldly realms - it's that all the weirdness of the quantum world are in place now, particles are waving as I type, my solid desk existing too as an energetic field. What's true is occurring, and doesn't need my confirmation. Physics is life explained through the language of science - life itself is without explanation, a language of its own accord, and every moment it's speaking. We are fluent in this being.

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Peace,

Eric 

And There's Nothing More To Say

to speak of allowing - as if I'm some part of its command and not, myself, an occurrence through it all. There is no say as to what's to be allowed, what will stay, or soon to pass. It's all a momentary mystery, an instant filled by infinite chance and the grace of nature's design. The evidence that something is allowed is simply it's appearance - life is perfect in its embrace, even if at times there is violence in display. Nature doesn't argue, what seems to disrupt is too instantly brought to fold, one more event in natural occurrence. Even my arguments against what seems an unjust world belong, a calm acceptance of my issues, though I rail against it all. Wisdom only comes in seeing that I know nothing of great importance, no answer as to why a thing is, or something passed before I felt it due. It's not that everything happens for a reason - it's that things happen, and for no reason of my discernment, my life too is played through mystery's hand. This, than, is grace - knowing my part is always complete by simply being, that I am no less in accepting things, nor for my wish to fight. It all belongs. Indeed, what is, is - and there's nothing more to say. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

With Nowhere Else To Be

as to what I know, and this my only certainty - I am aware of winter's chill against my neck, a breeze reaching through me in its sweep, trees swaying further in its continuation. It's the touch of this season. My body will respond in ways to suit the seasons mood, thoughts often falling just as dark with early night. It's winter. I am gripped by my own moods that suit the season. Right now, there is no reach for spring, no escape to an imagined warmth of some other time. There's everything that is happening in this moment, a full seasons force delivered to my senses, thoughts, emotions - and exactly as it is, it is. I stay in winter. Accepting. Belonging. Needing what I need without condemnation for my want. Here's what I know - it's winter, and it will pass, but not right now. For this moment, I am in the season, fully, with nowhere else to be. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Expressed As Awe At The Grace of Mystery

I'm not trying to prove anything, no offer of uncommon knowledge, nor reason unavailable to others - my words here are simply a brief encounter of an empty page and the willingness to wait for words, to see what the moment awards to patience. Sometimes I'm given what seems like a deep truth, an insight concerning my place within and as nature, a seeing of myself through an openness of clear perception. Writing of this is a way of giving thanks, gratitude in many words and all expressed as awe at grace of this mystery. Yet none of this is proven true through the writing of it, nor do I need to know if this is so, or just a temporary flash of intuition guesswork. My truth is always expanding and never more than momentary - I know, that I don't know. From this point than, it's all art, arranging words in hope of some sort of beauty, an attempt to do justice for the gift of this aware moment. If this is a shared experience between us, a connection made by words through space and time - than perhaps we have, indeed, proved something.

~
Peace,
Eric 

Tending To Wounds

attending to it all - there is but one suffering shared between us, although unique in ways expressed and known. To tend to another's wounds is to bring a healing to the world. This too is for ourselves as alone, our own tenderness returned in loving fashion, and what feels small, separate and alone, again is seen as whole. I cannot heal without you. For the very capacity that reveals my wholeness is found only in your view. Through you I am tended to, seen, my wounds exposed to loving air and the whisper of winds heard as healing words. It's the same that I offer to you - our wounds exchanged for the wholeness found through each other. This is only done by recognition that no one ever suffers alone, it's one thing, one wound, even if felt most deep by another. Tending to my wounds is always a healing shared between us, as is my offering to you - and so too, we heal the world.

~

Peace,

Eric 

The Valuable Information of Being

to this allowing - and at no point do we find exclusion, no barrier in our capacity to continue to expand, one more thing always able to belong. This is our natural state of being, nothing magical, its not a mindful state needed to trained. It simply is. Of course we have often argued otherwise, debating with ourselves even we reach a new acceptance. All that belongs as well, every doubt, and every thought that seems to betray our sense of equanimity are already in the midst of calm abiding. No practice needed. Perhaps we could lend our attention to the moment, a focus provided as a lens through this awareness - in this light we see that life is complete in each examined moment, and that life in essence is never diminished by conditions, although certainly, it may indeed often seem so. It's in this depth that we come to rely on for the valuable information of being - we are this essence, life, in full allowing of what is, exactly, right now. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Reality of Simply Being Nature

every word implies separation, a description once removed from the reality of experience - and yet each word too is immediate in its belonging, absorbed as meaning to an empty page, and embraced again by the origins of its silent understanding. It's a seamless display of emptiness giving grace to form, words lending themselves as temporary meaning to silence and the page. To say that we're immersed in nature seems to add a subtle layer to the reality of simply being nature. We are - and this, indeed, is the whole of nature, there is no separate self to be immersed, only nature in the singularity of its design. So we see the paradox of description, how our words are never quite able to match the reality of experience, and that too they are not separate from the silent reality that receives them. There is no immersion in exactly what we always are. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Common Air Between Us

it's a personal matter, exploring the common air between us - yet each breath is of our own concern, an experience that can't be shared, but still singular in the life that's given. This too is seeing, an insight is a truth for us alone, and even than its a shifting affair of understanding, always capable of of a depth not previously known. To awaken is coming to uncertainty as to what may be have once been an absolute, there's no longer firm ground to parade beliefs, we are humbled by how little we know as true by any means outside a personal experience and even this may prove other by tomorrow. So this comes to an inquiry of letting go, nothing is held in certainty, no belief accepted on the value its been given. We are in this alone, exploring an emptiness shared together but only known by one. Each word here points directly back to the page, its the space that gives them meaning, anything added in between would only serve to clutter and confuse. To read this is to be embraced by the emptiness of the page, as well words arranged in a particular manner. It's an expression of inter-dependence that holds true for our inclusion as a reader. But any understanding will be found alone, impossible to be shared, yet still a common air between us. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

The Moment in Expansion

forgiveness simply being the moment in expansion - one more thing allowed without judgement to the space it fills. In this capacity we are without limit, for even our thoughts of wishing for a different experience, another outcome, or the absence of a certain feeling are included as the whole. Nothing is ever beyond our capacity to hold, in this regard too we always offering full forgiveness, everything instantly added to this belonging without interference of own making. This is all effortless because of our removal from its action, our ideas of how the world should be, demands for things to be other than they are - the moment expands for it all in the same manner the sky opens to a tree's reach, every branch instantly accepted. Our only role in forgiveness is attention brought to whatever's now at hand that may offend, no rituals needed, no asking for amends - our smile given to this moment of acceptance is enough to carry on.