A Spontaneous Event of Awe and Notice

there's no preparation for this, life isn't rehearsed through any sense of what's to come and how it may play out to my reaction. Each moment is a singular event arising for my participation, it's direct and meant only to be known, felt, and simply lived. It's now. Mediation isn't practiced to be mindful of any moment but this instant. My prayers don't carry past the urgent whispers of their time. It's all done now, for the benefit and appreciation of what's occurring. To be mindful of this, to offer prayers in grateful praise of being alive - it's all meant only for the moment they occur, a spontaneous event of awe and notice. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Seamless Too

seamless too - to see the world in its distinctions, unique in beauty as well as my displeasure, and yet at no point do I find one aspect removed from any other. This is just my perspective, seeing from my own note of empty origin and then continued in a trace of every object unfolding in my view. Everything belongs to the space that holds and defines it, belonging too as a pattern within an ever larger embrace of layers made of nothing and then form and nothing still again. I find myself drawn to this view as my own exploration of what I might become, caught in flights as bird, or a flowers turn to sun - the world unfolds in the seamless wonder of myself in each appearance. From the perspective of another, perhaps the bird, or flower, or even you, the world becomes in its own unique measure, and seamless too - its found that I belong. 

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Peace,

Eric 

My Taste of Joy and Coffee

and to the void  all things belong - this isn't the Heart Sutra of metaphysics, nor a play of quantum mechanics offered in lyrical form. This is simply seeing. From my view the world unfolds in objects and a continuous space for their existence. Yet where does this all begin? Again, seeing this only from me perspective, there is no beginning point for the world to be - it comes fully whole to my reality, complete as it is, and from what I can only see as appearing from a nothingness of my own emergence too. What I find is a seamless grace of sudden becoming, tracing any object of the world to its very edge of being, the limit found within my view - and nothing. There is no Eden, no creative source separate from the whole. Just this. I have no idea how this came to be, only that I find myself aware within the midst of all that's happening, an aware occurrence of some sort, somehow coming to know myself as belonging to the world in the same fashion as all that shines in unique appearance, a gift of being. What makes this gift so valued to me is seeing that it just as easily could have been otherwise - that from the void that allows this all to be, and holds it still as a loose grip of emptiness, I am, and I have no idea how or why. But I am. This is no theory nor explanation for how things are, just a moment written while drinking coffee this morning. My cup raised to greet the first sip and there was just a glimpse of the void from which my experience of the moment was emerging, and remaining present in its welcome of my taste of joy and coffee.  Indeed, to the void all things belong. 

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Peace,

Eric 

No Practice

no practice is needed to be as we are - and yet the paradox, for me, is that meditation brings a deep relaxation that carries past the cushion to a life that's free of practice. Life is a spontaneous unfolding of events that hold an invitation for me to remember my own participation. Sometimes I remember this as a gentle nod of curiosity at the mystery of the world, often I forget and lose myself in the details of the day - but at no point am I ever removed from the flow of life, my belonging is never lost from sight, indeed my view provides the grace to again remember the seamless joy of being. To simply see is to belong. None of this is a practice, but it all is part of the fabric of my day, without effort, it's just how things are right now. Much to my joy and surprise. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Just Now

just now - and there's a fluidity to what's found, not beginnings nor a finish of past things, but a continuous letting go to a seamless grace of changing form and fashion. My breath, drawn now, is not a single event to keep life in duration - it's an event through my own personal sense of timelessness as well as a greater participation of the whole, breathing the same air as every other, and giving molecules of my own existence in its release. Just now - contains eternity. Everything found in this moment, my every claim of self and own belonging is equally a continuation of you and further still the world, and sky, and every star. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Yet So Full

and yet so full - my own view reveals this to me, that there is always room for one more thing, another object allowed within its hold. Nothing is denied its place to be. But equal in revelation is my own capacity for this to be so. There is my own allowing nature, a seamless space that's willing to expand for life to carry through its every form and expression - and this too includes all I am in thought and appearance. I am not denied my own sense of being. For our world to be so full - we are void of all but its potential. 

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Peace,

Eric 

No Argument Otherwise

it's not a question of belonging - as to what appears in my life, there's no doubt that it belongs, and even my discomfort for what's found, or the arrival of misfortune is not argued. Of course I mostly wish for calm skies and even roads, pleasant days and sleep filled nights. Yet life brings what it brings and there's no argument otherwise. My peace is found in this acceptance. Here too, I find the beauty of the sky in its stormy hold, violent in flash and wind - it's here I find the destination of roads with uneasy turns and steep edges. This all belongs, life in mystery of its own unfolding grace, everything instantly accepted in its flow. It's not for me to argue otherwise. I too belong within its flow, accepted as I am, and unfolding in its grace. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Appearing To This Moment

and then it is - as the subtle grace of appearance, each moment open as an invitation to possibilities, and what is now has never quite been before. This is the alchemy of the present, that everything is shifting at once to something already other, past events simply become what's given now, and then extended further to another moment still. The present is always fluid, allowing, and absent of a judging nature - we are not subject to karma, not in the sense of any long chain of punishment or concern. We are gifted to the moment. This is the single point of action, right now and the only change that ever happens. And then what is...appearing to this moment. 

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Peace,

Eric  

Without Interference

without my interference, and in truth, even my concern belongs in some fashion - life continues in its course of events, never once a true pause, but always leading to directions I've yet to figure as a plan. In a very subtle sense, each moment is a surprise. If I pay attention, right now, the world opens in a flow of never to be repeated scenes, sensations, and an inter-play of wonder. Even my breath, each a tide of giving and release is measured by the instant, not a willful call for life, but gifted in exact care. My every function, from thoughts to heartbeat, it all happens on its own. There is no need to interfere. Of course, so it seems, I try - I tug at life for the direction of my benefit, insisting, assured of my own command. Yet never once does life ever really comply. My will and self importance also belong to currents not entirely my own, simply appearance beyond control, and carried to the next event, believing they've gained or lost through their command. Seeing this, with no forceful wish to change myself, nor seek to gain the upper hand - is to awaken to the flow. Life goes on exactly as before, as always. And I know that I belong. 

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Peace,

Eric 

This Mystery

that I am the mystery, not a story told apart from this but belonging fully to it all, no less than infinite in my own swirl of particles giving form, as well as the embrace of emptiness that holds it. This isn't something coming from a vast depth of nothingness - no, it's an alive capacity in constant becoming of self and worlds and galaxies. I retain my nothingness, at no point am I set solid against the spaciousness that allows me, it's all more seamless and subtle in its grace. And here than is the mystery - that I am at all, with no call for this to be other than some creative urge now expressed in wonder, somehow finding myself aware of the briefness given to my distinction, a fragile hold to self, and that the vastness that surrounds me will again claim me as its own. This mystery, unfolding now as my appearance...

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Peace,

Eric 

That It Is So

this moment tells us all - that what's what present has found it way to our acceptance, through no means of our own, and no practice needed for this to be so. By virtue of appearing, through simply being here, we know that it belongs. Even our wish for things to be other, a desire for change, and refusal to face what's present - are part of this belonging. This is where we start, here, in the company of what is - and we just recognize this it is so. Everything has already been accepted, and this is the moment we awaken. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Somehow

that somehow - and this seems the only answer mystery provides, and that even vague it's the only one I really need. Every theory of why and how, brings me directly to this point - that somehow this collected form, a pattern of energy held in singular identity while still intermingled as the very stuff of stars, trees, and all the other things of the world, from smallest to infinite. Yet more so, to find that I am not set apart from the very space that surrounds me, and that yes, somehow I am aware of myself as a miracle involved with and as it all. Somehow, I no longer feel the need to know how, nor why - but only that I am, and I'm grateful that it's so. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Only to The Passing

and never once before, nor again for this moment - it's all in motion, present so subtle in its constant passing that it's taken it as forever. What's happening now, this particular touch of air drawn as breath, heartbeat, a birds song played in changing backdrop, infinite things not to ever be this way again. Yet right now they are. This is my every moment, belonging only to the passing, I am current, always now, and now, and now.....

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Peace,

Eric 

A Tide of Self and Emptiness

clearly, there's just this letting go - constant, and through no effort of our own. Through this, each moment than is gifted unique, at once surrendered even as a new quality arises, a small death and rebirth to which we're witness too. Clearly, we are not the ones that let things go - no breath is cherished above another, no heartbeat lingers to our favor. So too the world is not subject to our whims, everything in an agenda of its own, a tide of events beyond control. This is life, full and in process of release, surrendering through its wish to give more of itself in new form. We belong to the thick of this, a tide of self and emptiness, yet somehow made aware. Enjoy it all. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Seen As Many

this flower too is all the world - as if earth and air bring it to a moments notice. Or perhaps both belong in a further reach of it's blossom, and no less a flowering of myself as well in observation. Yet, just as equal is my own display, a flower shown as my reflection, ground and sky given through extension of steps and breath. Really, it's simply all perspective, the world as every possibility, unique in aspects of itself - one thing seen as many. 

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Peace,

Eric 

This Too

that this too belongs - and more, what appears is held in a commitment to be loved, and there is no need for things to be other just yet. So our sadness is not set apart from joy, our sorrow too is every bit as holy as a celebration of life. It's not our position to judge what comes in times of distress, or wish away a mood of great depth and feeling. They are an aspect of self appearing in a bid to be recognized for the worth they offer, asking for a moment of their own, and the healing grace of our attention. It all begins with this belonging...

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Peace,

Eric 

Not Answers

not answers - the best questions leave us opened ended, full face to mystery and embraced by silence after asking. We don't go past this, silence isn't divided into individual portions to every questions, there's no point beyond this that will tell us something deemed more true. Perhaps there is no ultimate answer, only mystery in constant winks of revelation? To simply ask - tells us all we really need to know. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Another Instant Typing

perhaps it needs no explanation, no theory on how we belong in seamless grace amidst the whole - there's what's happening now, and this simply comes to infinite conclusion spread throughout existence. We are a pattern within greater designs of possibilities, and even this is just temporary stay of energy and thought, once again we're called to surrender beliefs of what we are and cease in personal identity. Of course I've explained nothing, described nothing true at all - this is also only a moment happening, here at my keyboard, typing in belief that I'm the author, and smiling as words appearing and slip away to another instant typing. I have no real ideas about anything - and that tells me all I need to know. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Of Singular Wonder

not even shared, really - as even this implies a slight degree of separation between us. This is seeing from the inclusive view of presence, not a mystical point, but only of one existence with endless possibilities of distinction appearing. To say that we are each aware, and that somehow this awareness holds us apart in individual portions, seems to miss a certain seamless intimacy. That we find ourselves not in a shared existence but just and simply existence alone, a mystery of singular wonder - somehow appearing as together, 

Peace,

Eric 

Is Simply Be

why let go - everything is already immediately surrendered the very moment it appears. Nothing holds the same quality for long, subtle change comes to us all through no effort of our own. It's just nature in due course, constant in giving and receiving to the point that they belong as the same current event - just one thing in shifting patterns of energy and perception. Watch the breath rise and fall through qualities we don't control, a soft touch against lips, a longer play released from what seems a hidden depth. Yet it's all breath, life in various flow, and we see how even this is never the same in what's given, but too is exactly true to what the moment holds. It's what is, right now. This isn't a call for mindfulness of breath, nor an attempt to be present through each moment - it's just a note that life happens on its own, that we're part and of this living, aware, flow, changes will occur, and we have to ever do...is simply be. 

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Peace,

Eric 

For Me

for me, it's gentle unfolding of seeing in a true sense, myself included as equal part of view - and struck by wonder at the seamless grace that's been given. Not every revelation is a thunder-strike of instant mind fall, yet the consequence is just as shattering. Through each insight, every chance seeing of my own belonging - I find myself in new distinctions. This is life in a return nod to any inquiry from my end, a reminder that myself as seer is always included as the whole, and that this awareness doesn't part for things to be -but is simply the fullness of this unfolding. It's all one thing. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Without Me

nowhere a universe without me - and this is not speculation, but an insistence from the world itself that I am simply an aware aspect of the whole. It's a simple matter of a shared existence, that I find myself in a flow of events, objects belonging to my own sense of inclusion, and at no point feeling removed from any of it all. On a night of clear seeing, there is only this continuation, and aware, I carry on to know myself as less, then less, until then there's just the view that holds the stars....yet never once do I cease in this existence. Somehow, it all belongs - my sense of self included. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Without Addition

that I am, without addition - this is my return point, shedding layers of beliefs and narratives to rest without story. Just this, aware, existing in the truest sense of simply being. It's always right here, available even as life seems to add complications - and in this light it's seen that everything belongs, as is, without my need to define the value of its stay. That I am - is life. It's really that simple. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Better Minds

I'll leave it to better minds to argue - but for me there's no debate of my own participation with reality, or more, that there is just one continuous flow of event, not even split to sequence, and no separate objects that truly define themselves as other. It's only paradox when talked about, yet even the words used somehow find their way in spontaneous fashion to be heard, a play of sound within an undisturbed silence. Everything is a demonstration of a unique appearance owing its moment to all of existence, and that nowhere do I find myself separate as an observer, no object apart from view, and no view removed from the bare essence of simply seeing. To this, my own conclusion, and one without the need for me to debate - reality participates through itself, one thing in full effect and cause, and to this I find that I belong as well. It's simple, right now, this one and very moment, there is no world without me. To know anything beyond this - I'll leave to better minds to argue.

Peace,

Eric 

Myself

myself a pattern - and somehow too intermingled as the world. That I am a collection of cells, molecules, particles and broken down further to nothing but the nothing that allows it all to be. Yet, in the midst of this I am distinct, my pattern belonging to the whole and unique as well, a gathered awareness brought to recognition. That's the mystery, that this motion is seemingly held in place for the illusion of a moment, let alone a lifetime. To ask why this is so is not the question, there's no inquiry to gain a true understanding - but to live with even the slightest notion of awe, to see that I am a pattern within an endless sweep of possibilities. It's enough to be aware that this so.

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Peace,
Eric 

At Once

at once, and always certain in appearance - everything comes immediate to the moment, just as is, without the later doubt given through attention. This is our own book of Genesis, personal, written each instant for our senses - from seeming nothingness to what is, now, and always here in our awareness. And this somehow too includes our own existence, that we come to life in sudden form and sense of being, fully and intimately belonging as the whole. It's all a great mystery, and happening in a constant manner, each moment already here, and nothing required for this all to simply be. At once - and now the world is here. 

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Peace,

Eric 

This Moment Brings Me Joy

it's what appears, and yet even as these words come to me - it isn't quite so either. To write is to always lag just a moment from what's true, thoughts come and in an instant they give way to another moment ready to be told. My joy is writing as close to now as possible, knowing the gift given is one delayed but still spontaneous in its first appearance. The sunrise described, the telling of a birds wing in its touch within sky, to even write of trees in their slow reach of branches - is to record a memory already slipped by. But my writing takes place now, my fingers against keyboards belong to the moment every bit the same as birds wing or branch's reach. Nothing really is out of time, a true belonging always, only, takes place now. I'm here, writing, and this moment brings me joy. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Somehow Found Aware

and that I am also space, and always motion - a current somehow found aware. This is life in broader sight, finding myself in a constant letting go of moments full of my participation. It's life in full play, giving beginnings and endings at once, and no point of separation between it all - just this flow of what's appearing, occurring always now. So I find myself in great mystery, this current of self and world in one aware sense of being - even now let go.

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Peace,

Eric 

note - this is obviously not how things are...and yet.....

To Be This Demonstration

it's a demonstration of love - from these few words and their immediate acceptance on the page, to our own allowing grace of what life brings. It shows only this belonging. This is life without bias, a calm truth that simply carries on through all appearance and whatever may occur - and too our own demands and preferences are included in its hold. There is no point of separation here, not a force that's apart from us in anyway. Life itself is the reality of love. It all happens on its own, and our only role is to be this demonstration. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Constant Shift

appearing as, yet continuing too as mystery - how one thing lends itself in seamless fashion to the appearance of another, a birds wing giving itself subtle to air, a flowers grace belonging at once to earth, sky, and now the moment of my observation. Nothing is truly found apart from anything else, it's a trace of one existence in a constant shift of becoming. Through this, I find life with meaning, but not self assigned, not personal in effect, but only that my own life, even in times it feels petty and small, is from the whole clothe of existence, that I somehow came to be through no effort, nor will of my own, and continue in this lending process - my appearance doesn't cease at the limit of my hand, no more so than the flower framed by air. As mystery, I become new in some distinction, yes, a constant shift of one becoming. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Told a Moment After

it's not that life speaks in symbols and metaphors - but only that the immediacy of this is offered in translation to remember. The story always follow the living reality of the moment. Life is happening in full effect and we never step outside its current. Nothing is ever missed, and yet our later stories might tell us otherwise. Life happens now, and this moment brings me to keyboards, recording thoughts that already belong to past even as I type them. But still, right now, I am fully, simply, an expression of the moment, not removed by any means, nor at any point am I excluded. It all belongs, even my story of now, told a moment after. 

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Peace,

Eric