Not Other Than

 It's not other than:

not other than - but simply as it without need of my description. My words will only add conceptual layers to the pure reality of awareness. Yet writing too has its own purity, layers belong to offer meaning to the world, and words tell the story of their appearance just by giving form within the emptiness of a page. It's seeing how this all flows in a seamless expression of the whole, nothing becoming that didn't exist before, but only shifting in my view. 

this is where I find myself, at once a description of long held beliefs as well as an aware understanding that allows my world to be described. One doesn't seem any more true than the other, it's reality as the whole, that an appearance comes to serve through this capacity for however brief it may belong. There is no point of contention here, no argument that I one or the other - what I seem to be is just the allowing, a verb in constant expression, sometimes believing it's a noun. 

so it's a restful place to be, always here, without questions of existence - an allowing life that simply flows on without agenda, not other than an appearance, and not than the space for it to be. There is really no description, but in someway every word demonstrates a certain truth. What appears is here, even if only brief in imagined form. 

of course none of this is completely so, not true and yet not false as well. It's just my own description, words from this moment given to the page. 

~ 

Peace, Eric