A deeper engagement:
it's a deeper engagement now, my attention turned towards this allowing space in the same moment that details of the world emerge. I find myself noticing the appearance of things, how a sound seems to come from an empty, silent field of listening, and the view expands in order to hold one more thing, never at a loss in its capacity to allow. There's infinite space for the world to be, a seamless trade of formlessness to the unique becoming of every form imagined. In this same way I find myself in equal fascination with my own sense of spaciousness as well as self, that I am as much, if not more, capacity as well as form. I am engaged with my becoming.
this too is the true source of inspiration, mystery whispering from the void with a hint of insight and understanding - what I write is nothing really, words being lent form and meaning by the emptiness of screen and page. It's grace received, suddenly gifted with just the right word, or nature aligns for the perfect photo to be captured. To be an artist is to simply be aware of this engagement, a patient, intuitive knowing of what arrives, on its own terms, as the revelation of the moment.
my engagement is always here, happening even without my conscious involvement, my participation not dependent on attention. Yet it's that easy, mindful noting of how it all appears that holds allure, of being aware of how the world is both sudden and subtle in each moment of its appearance. Before these words, there's the silent mind that allows for their expression. Both exist at once, seamless in grace and inspiration. To be engaged is simply, only, the gratefulness of this exchange.
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Peace, Eric
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