My Own Existence

of my own existence - and this proves only that this moment, I am aware, conscious of the world and what it now offers. This is really the inquiry of the day, just a gentle note of being, that I am life, and sharing in this living process. Nothing more is needed than to know this. Every practice brings me to this same realization, and in the end they're all surrendered to simply relaxing as I am, whatever that entails in each moment. The message is always, only, that I belong. It would maybe seem that this would be obvious, that by virtue of being alive my belonging would be shown true. Yet for so many years this was questioned, my sense of somehow being apart from the world, from others, was sharp and left me without connection. I know this  feeling is shared by many, and the irony of our joined aloneness keeping us apart is keen. So what changed? Well, honestly, nothing ,with a single look I saw what was always, immediately, so - there is no actual point where I become separate from the view, no line that defines me in narrow stance of life, looking at a world that doesn't fully include me. It all flowed together, one thing in continuing aspects of distinct, unique creation, and following this view directly I came to my own form, a body made from earth and lit by stars, and further still I found myself aware of it all, life, existence, and it all fit perfectly in this capacity to know that yes, truly, I belong. Simple. That's all I need to see. 

My practice now is not one of seeking but exploration - seeing myself unfold in curious ways of form and the space that offers itself in pure, allowing, devotion. My practice is relaxing as I am, this moment, to every other moment that I find myself existing. My practice is being. 

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Peace,

Eric