My Own Theory of Word to Page

because each word is a universe becoming - from nothing, and now spontaneous to the page, lasting only as long as given meaning assigned. It's our creative big bang, a theory of our own reality, and told in the same expansion - from beginning emptiness we now have a story and our world grows with every telling. Yet to remain truthful we must remember that every story we tell is fiction, our beliefs simply temporary explanations for what we can not know. Even this, my own theory of word to page is only an excursion into fancy. There is nothing I know beyond this flow of words, occurring now, without reason or will, appearing on their own, no origin that I can fathom. But I am grateful they fill the page, expressing what they do, and allowing me to write this moment. 

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Peace,

Eric 

It's Own Participation

because I am - and here I see the world. My own idea of consciousness is simple, I am, and it's enough to know this, to be aware of my awareness of so, and be grateful that it is. There are greater minds to argue points of origins, and influence on reality. I often enjoy their debates. But their words don't influence my appreciation of this moment - that right now, I am conscious of the keyboard to my fingertips, ideas flowing to the screen in easy fashion, and the warmth of this room as a late winter wind chills against the window. I'm aware of this, with no effort, only noting what occurs without need to extend attention beyond my role of witness. I'm not making any of this happen, and yet by virtue of observation, I am not apart from it either. Awareness, as it seems to me, is its own participation. So my world expands and contracts with attention, from the sky with full detail of sun and stars, to just a breath felt warm against my lips - my capacity serves to hold it all. I see no point to argue this. 

It's enough to simply be. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Same Constant Welcome

this is it - we need no proof of our existence, nor of our belonging fully to the flow of life. To witness the seamless display of nature is to find our own place within the world as well. It's the acceptance of a birds flight, or trees reach - how air invites their presence in a spacious embrace. There is no break for one to recognize a separate becoming, only the sky in constant welcome of itself through the guise of bird and branch. So too, we find ourselves belonging to the world. It's just life in the same constant welcome - we are the same particles that once danced as stars, as much sky and we are now earth. There is nothing that we don't invite through our own capacity to hold, and in this seamless nature we see ourselves too existing as the world. It's always, only, one thing after all. 

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Peace,

Eric 

To Live Without

to live without - and by this I mean to be alive without a claim of ownership for what life has brought me, from identity, beliefs, and too the people and objects that have graced my years of living. It's not a life lived without appreciation, I have cherished many, and I'm grateful for all that's been given. Yet I am not diminished by their loss, nor cling to regret for what passes. To live without is to simply be open, noting my true capacity to hold life without borders imposed by self or others. It's my own allowing nature that welcomes without bias and bids all things farewell in their departure. And yes, even my desire to holds things further, to grieve a great loss, or wish a thing away, find a place in this belonging. This is not to deny, nor exclude, but only to allow life to be without the constraints of my demands. To live without - and in this, everything now belongs. 

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Peace

Eric 

Life Giving Proof of It's Existence

and now, it seems, question form in wonder yet remain unasked, each inquiry leading to a deep appreciation of the unknown - and more the unknowable. It's enough to find myself amidst the mystery without demands for answers. That I am, and aware that it's so - provides me with a sense that leads to inquiry, a gentle nudge to exploration, but no need to prove a thing beyond this moment. Everything is revealed right now, life giving proof to its existence through each flower, tree, and every person I encounter. I live a life of welcome. My practice is gratitude that I am, and that you are too, and that we find ourselves somehow connected by page, words, and this moment shared together. 

Thank you, thank you, thank you. 

For it all. 

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Peace,

Eric 

It's What We Are

that it just is, right now, and can't be any other way - and through this we come to find compassion. Each moment always holds exactly what is given, there is no point of exclusion ever reached. It's simply what is. To know this, to see the natural acceptance of every thought, emotion, reaction, and event that occurs through life - is to find a gentle note of how it all belongs. Belonging doesn't mean that it all fits without our plans, or it meets our agreement, or that we wish for things to be other than they are - it only means that for now, for this moment, life has brought us here and all that's found right now. In this light, compassion is not a choice, no act of will, but an alignment with what is naturally occurring. Compassion isn't what we do - it's what we are. Without even having to try. Once this is seen, our world becomes a bit softer, more gentle - with ourselves and others. We only need to recognize what's happening each moment. It's a compassionate life after all. 

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Peace,

Eric 

From Nowhere

from nowhere - and it's not just the appearance of the world, but that somehow, without design or true intent, that it all emerged for us to take this single breath. It's a mysterious gift, life in support of itself, carried forward through ages to reach this point of now. That we find ourselves aware, fully able to appreciate this gift that was given without reason - seems miraculous beyond compare. It's here where my inquiry turns to gratitude, questions lessening to the simplicity of knowing only that I am, right now, and this is all that can be known. I find myself thankful for this moment. From nowhere - and now it all belongs. 

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Peace,

Eric 

The Big Bang Continued

and it still continues - we are not the product of a one time cosmic action that happened long ago, there was no final big bang that left creation in its wake. Everything, right now, is in the midst of creating itself, collapsing, and arising again in the form of something new. We are not apart from this cosmic interplay, the universe plays directly through us as our very own existence. This is the physics being, not studied but lived each moment, a universal event of personal nature. There was no one great event that left us out of the final equation, there is life that somehow came to be and has continued through this moment of our expression. We are indeed, the big bang continued. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Celebration of Mystery

that we're here, and the inconceivable notion of our together right now, with no real reason for this to be at all - this is the celebration of mystery, a complete unknowing of any purpose beyond that we belong solely to this moment. Through this we rest in uncertainty. It's not a blind trust towards a higher reason, no faith that things will work in the favor of our well being. We have only this moment, and perhaps even if it's filled with dread there is the fact that we're alive, the worlds in motion, and we're able to draw a single breath to sustain us, our bodies function just so for us to be, and there is a simple urge through it all for our existence. To see this, and be filled with gratitude that it's all somehow so - is our celebration of mystery. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Truly Extraordinary

it's simple, truly extraordinary, and absolutely nothing at all - we see each moment with this clarity, that life offers itself through the fullness of every conceivable manner, nothing denied, nor excluded. Just to see, and by this we awaken to the extraordinary, for none of this ever has to be, our existence and awareness of our belong is part of the great miracle of being alive. There's no need to demand more, no point of seeking a state beyond the simplicity of being, and the true knowing that this, right now, is all we have for the moment of occurrence. Nothing more is needed than to be. Nothing more is possible. We are alive, and yes - it's truly extraordinary. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Means That I Exist

grateful for - and to this my own existence, simply being, and aware that I am. As such, perhaps better said is that I'm grateful, not for, but just because. It's enough to be alive and nothing given nor removed changes the basic appreciation for this. The odds have been against this, a near zero chance of my existing in this very moment. Yet I am, and more so, I hold this life in an awareness of how precious it is, how fleeting, and how truly fragile it all can be. Life is not without its sorrows. I have days filled with loss and even deep regrets. But this is life in the fullness of being, something was lost because I once held it dearly, and my regrets are only notions of how things might have one day been. That I am alive means nothing is excluded, no experience found uncalled for, and everything belongs by virtue of appearing. I am grateful that it's so. For it all to be -means that I exist.

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Peace,

Eric 

Proves My Life Inspired

not to be inspired but lived as inspiration itself - it's not about waiting for a chance moment that delivers in an artful, meaningful, manner. I am an inspired life - simply by virtue of existing through the odds of never having to be at all. This alone proves my life inspired, that I am part of this great belonging seen as world and there is no need to wait for something of note, or sign of beauty for me to write of - it's all here, always. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Only Takes Place Here/Now

it's always found here, life in center action, and no previous time to compare nor projection to a time that might become. We even daydream of better times in the present moment. Our role is to simply be, and that only takes place here/now, and no effort is required for this to be maintained. This isn't a formula for a magical life, nor one without grief or struggle. Existence is full of everything. This note contains one message - this moment is all we have and nothing needs to be done to achieve it. We are here, always, with no technique to have brought us to this point. Relax in this awareness. 

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Peace,

Eric 

My Own Spontaneous Participation

not knowing - and it seems as if there's a choice to words, an agenda to this writing. Yet from where do these first words appear from? It's all inspiration, life itself springing from an original nowhere, no point for this all to be point that I'm aware of. So I accept each word in grateful fashion, abiding in the space between their coming, patience reflected from the page that remains always ready to receive. I have no idea what's next in writing, or the origins of the words before - I am witness to my own spontaneous participation. 

Just life, simply being. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Nowhere Else to Be

to attend - and this my daily meditation, natural, simply matter of just being present to the world without selection. This is not mindful of breath, sensation or thoughts - although each belong and may gain some focus in their time. It's that each item and object has a place of occurrence, that I am wide open for this all to be. I attend to this openness, myself as capacity, and allow myself the full experience of simply being - me. There's no magic to this, no special technique beyond seeing truly what the world offers, from grief to joyous occasion, it's all allowing life. So I attend to only to what belong each moment - even if that means my breath is well forgotten, sensations found unpleasant, or my thoughts seem worlds away. They all occur right now. And I have nowhere else to be. 

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Peace,

Eric 

The Easiness of Being Alive

I exist - and yet not apart from any other aspect of existence. My claim of self is inclusive to as the whole, as well as this personal thought of myself alone. It all belongs. Existence isn't broken into parts, no more so than a tree is separate from its reach to sky - it's all one thing in distinctive points of understanding. Of course this is from my own seeing, there's no insistence of this as true beyond my viewing. But yes, I find myself immersed in a continuous flow of thoughts, sensations, and world, a sense of self that belongs as fully to this as the tree does to sky. It's not an inquiry into the nature of existence - it's the simplicity of letting go of all but what holds right now. It's the easiness of being alive. 

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Peace,

Eric 

In Praise of The Mundane Life

this mundane life - it's this easy occurrence of daily affairs, no concern given to infinite events in a seamless play of living. Just as this breath now taken has touched other worlds, we are literally breathing another, air that once sustained a life not our own. Yet it's only a breath. Our bodies our gathered in and by mystery - molecules that have no reason to obey boundaries of a person, but somehow we gain an appearance of what seems a separate self. We are at once infinite things. Even more is how it all continues in an intricate display of one thing seen as many, a conspiracy of the senses to lead us in the belief of a divided world. Nothing is exactly as it seems. This mundane life is full of complexities, and yet the true miracle is how simple just being really is, that through all that could deny us existence - we are. Somehow. And nothing is required for us to be. In this - I praise the mundane life. 

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Peace,

Eric 

We Are The World Worth Exploring

that it's always here, immediate, constant in view and even more in it's intimacy against us - yet even these words imply a subtle sense of apart from this. We are life, happening as itself. There is no separate science of being or existence. These are all terms for what is now, and always, occurring - we are physics, chemistry, observed as light through a personal astronomy. We are the world worth exploring, momentary maps of our own existence, and always still a mystery left uncharted. Our inquiry is this - simply look and see this self as world.

Nothing more is needed. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Nothing is Apart From Any Other Thing

not even from the page - that nothing is apart from this subtle stream of inspiration, one thing in a constant welcome to itself in wild and varied forms. These words are sudden in appearance and find the page through means of thought, then fingers, and instantly fill the space of their belonging. The same is seen with the reach of every tree, flower, and blade of grass - the assumption of sky that all belong. Emptiness serves for the becoming of the world. 

In this I view myself as not inspired, but as much inspiration as words themselves, I am delivered to the page as words, and too match it's emptiness through my own capacity to serve and hold. That it is all motion, finding myself in that same subtle stream, inspiration for my own appearance as well as what fills the capacity I offer - truly than, nothing is apart from any other thing. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Open Ended

open ended - and through this what conclusion could I possibly draw? That from here, my view extends to hold the world, without limit or selection to what appears. I have no say in any of this, nothing can be excluded if it's shown to be. For me, this speaks of my own allowing nature, with room for either preference or my own denial. If it appears - it belongs to me. That I am open ended is self-evident, my capacity being endless in every sense - finding worlds as distant as the stars, and sounds carried from varied sources. Nothing is beyond this great belonging. So, my conclusion is only one of awe, everything I see, hear, and feel - belongs. 

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Peace,

Eric 

All We Really Ever Do

to let the moment be enough, as if it hold anything more until the next instant comes to be. Seeing this is to recognize our own open nature, that right now is all that can ever be, even as we're in the midst of everything changing. This does not preclude our participation for things to be other, indeed we are the very action of the moment, simply being present adds to what will eventually be. Yet nothing can be forced, adding will is simply an illusion of control to what is now, and always, in motion. It's to this that we surrender, although even that act is not of our accord but spontaneous in its happening. All we really ever do - is be. 

And so the world continues. 

Through Grace and Mystery

even my best plans are spontaneous in first appearance, inspiration gifted through grace and mystery. I have no true idea from where these words originate, nor why there came an urge to write them - I too, it seems, act in accordance with this same grace and mystery. To lay claim to any of this would be a grand assumption of my own self importance. So, it's my surrender, a release of an imagined responsibility for things to be in anyway - I am no author, no poet of words that are so freely given to the page. I am simply the process, an event within an event, continued without outcome, spontaneous through it all. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Most Grateful To Be Aware.

that I am particles, gathered and arranged, and somehow now find myself aware - yet still this all remains unexplained, without reason or cause for it to be. I have no faith in a greater purpose, no belief in a grand design that holds me to a part to play. But I know myself as mystery, awake to the moment of my existence. There seems little more to know. To refuse to speculate is to accept that right now is the only miracle we'll find. The particles of my claim to being belonged to distance stars, every atom that makes me has been shared before and will continue when I'm gone. This is rebirth. I will be again one day as something other, gathered and arranged in a completely new form. The awareness that I am, perhaps, is a gift just given to this moment though, this particular expression of the whole never to be expressed again. Truly than, this is the miracle, right now and all that is occurring - none of this had to be, myself included. I am most grateful to be aware. 

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Peace,

Eric 

It All Happens Entirely On Its Own

and so we see that it's our surrender - nothing given that we don't immediately open to in pure acceptance. What occurs right now is the path, each instant is our own spiritual measure, with no authority granted to any influence beyond this present moment. To this is our natural surrender, requiring no effort, it's simply our response to what the world offers. This recognition is our awakening, just seeing that we are powerless in this acceptance, unable to deny what's present, yet fully capable to surrender to what is - it all happens entirely on its own. We play no role in this surrender. It's life, simply, always, happening. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Without (my) Assigned Meaning

and more now it seems the world exist best without my assigned meaning, less need for my own values to apply to what appears. That it's all spontaneous, from events to objects, and my response as well is simply what occurs. To assign meaning would be the height of my arrogance, asserting such small beliefs into the grander play of life itself. In this light, I see myself as an event happening within and as the whole, spontaneous too, and without personal meaning aside from this occurring. I find my value through being, and expression of life that speaks of the truly miraculous moment of this existence. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Reminds Me That I Am

without reason other than I am - this, for me, is why I'm grateful. To exist is a mystery, unasked for, and continued without true aim or cause. Any meaning to this is derived through speculation, to say that I am anything other than just being is a stretch of my imagination. At times I find myself involved in modes of dreaming, wishful of solid things affirmed. Yet always I return to this present moment, aware of even my drift to desired worlds. It's here, now, that allows the mind to wander, it all occurs in this one, and only instant. Seeing this, knowing that things will not be other than whats found within this moment - I relax, my demands not met by either expectations or resistance, everything just allowed to be. I am grateful to and for it all, I exist, and what occurs, reminds me that I am. 

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Peace,

Eric 

A Stretch of Newly Surrendered

and too we find this a grieving path - a constant letting go of all a moment holds, not to be repeated ever as before, and what's to come is always now uncertain. Yet through this grief we know ourselves as just as temporary as what's let go, surrendering  to an empty embrace that refutes our wish to hold anything as certain. This grief then is our awakening. It's seen that we have nothing, not even this present moment to hold too, to reach even for now is to find ourselves in an stretch of newly surrendered, this very recognition already in the past. This moment is change, it's motion in an always now, and we'll never catch this mystery. So we come to grief in a rightful note to what's passing, not bitter to what's gone, but more so just grateful to even know the sadness of letting go - for in this, we know we're living. 

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Peace,

Eric 

An Agreement of Infinite Things

it's a temporary alliance - there's an agreed upon order to what appears, space giving of itself for things to be and then the moment ends with the continued grace of motion. Nothing ever stays just as it is, literally, as emptiness itself is constant in becoming - and just as true what becomes stands equal to its empty origins. It's only an exchange of perspective, what gathers as form to give me the means of this expression is also seen as the capacity for this life to even be - the emptiness that holds, and allows me to come to form, doesn't cease once I am, and whatever mystery that keeps me gathered does not vanish when I'm gone. I am an agreement of infinite things, with nothing promised beyond this moment given. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Just A Moment Watching Clouds

a cloud is real even in the ineffable essence of its drifting, as equal to the reality of the sky that holds it. Yet there's no lasting measure to its presence, air holding no memory of its passing, and the cloud itself soon dispersed of form. So which is greater in reality - a cloud belonging only for a moment in the sky? Or the sky which lends its very spaciousness for the cloud to even be? Perhaps, there is no greater truth, no one thing more real than any other, and this is all just a play of space and form in a trade of even value. My own observation shows me a seamless reality - there is no break from cloud to sky, and more so, I too am included in this whole. In this light I am as temporal as any cloud and as lasting as the sky. I am joined in this play of space and form. This than, is as real to me as anything else that's ever been shown, as real as any other moment experienced, and too I know none of this for certain.

Truthfully, it was just a moment
watching clouds.

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Peace,
Eric