Weight

Weight:

it's the heaviness of the world that I believe in - the weight of its reality, and the material of earth and air. I have faith in thought and body, the very substance of my being. I believe in what I know through my senses, informed by sight and sound, the subtle information of taste and smell. It's all physical in some way, explained through the words of science. 

as well, 

there is the immaterial aspect of it all, weightless, void of any substance save the potentiality of it's allowingness. This emptiness cures me of any true material belief. I see how each moment arises without real cause of its own, of how I find myself aware, constant, present to every change of thought and body. There is no weight to any of this, nothing solid to hold to, it's all just motion, a swirling world of emptiness and form. 

so, 

more truly I am without belief between the two, without need of anything but to live each moment in its arrival. Everything is exactly, and as simply, as it is. Life happens without my concern, not a single belief will change this. What I find is that reality is all at once, it's the heaviness of the material world, tangible in its joy and sorrow - and too, there is a weightlessness to it all, a lightness that bears our suffering and delight through the pure capacity of its hold. 

none of this is ordinary, mundane, it'a miracle though each moment - that the world appears by the grace of emptiness, a constant trade of selflessness for the experience of self in the guise of form. It's not a choice, nor even matter to believe in. It's just life, reality, occurring on its own. 

~

Peace, Eric