No Claims

No claims:

the relief is that it makes no claims - it's simply seeing, listening, and more subtle still, to just let go and feel the world against my skin, sensations of an intimate connection to it all. It's really not quite like this though, these words imply a separation of experience of sorts. This is where words will make a specific claim in their use, adding duality to the moment where none is found. What there is - is presence lending itself to be seen, heard, or touched through a moment to be experienced as such. Or to simplify further, it's the world happening...

and my great fortune to somehow be aware. 

the moment itself makes no claims.

questions come from its discussion, language breaking the moment into parts, beliefs come in to play as well. It becomes more than what it originally was, than what it is right now. The world is always happening, constant, and I always belong to its motion. This moment there's seeing without claim of seer, there's listening only to the pureness of sound. Now, the world is just a single touch, registered as the softness of a morning breeze. It's not more than this, it's never more than the exactness of this moment. Only my words added in description, and truthfully they belong as well, in their own way, another expression found, an experience of the written world. 

so, I find no argument of duality, it's the experience of an apparent other - but it no longer holds claim to anything more. The relief is to let things be, no wish to find myself enlightened, to not rush myself in to every situation as if the experience needed some final say. The world is happening without me...

and yet I find myself here, present to it all,

aware. 

~

Peace, Eric