For Space Alone

For space alone: 

yet for space alone to be - everything comes from this, of a capacity not seen and only content hints of its existence. It's of possibilities. Emptiness isn't truly a void, not a place to be found, and of course it's always present. We know emptiness by what's allowed, by how our lives are filled with objects, events, and the passage of time. 

it's how we recognize things.

a forest is simply space between trees, fields are known by the absence of all things not belonging to their hold. This is an emptiness for things to be, that there is no inherent quality of forest and field found without the spaciousness of their surrounding. 

this too is our allowing.

somehow, we emerge not from, but of emptiness itself. We are not separate from our spacious source, no more so than a forest is ever found apart from trees. It's all one thing given distinctions, names, and labeled by beliefs. We are emptiness in continuous process of knowing ourselves by the things we seem to hold. Yet more truly so, it's emptiness knowing itself through emptiness. 

this shows the world in such transient light, temporary in it's solid nature, it's appearance lent by space alone. This is magic, alchemy, gold of our existence given form. To recognize emptiness is to see the briefness of our beauty, that we're just a moment somehow found aware. It's all so poignant, bittersweet in knowing. But appreciation deepens with this, that from infinite emptiness we are blessed by now, our own appearance in a world appearing from space alone. 

it's an impossible gift, 

and yet...

we are. 

~

Peace, Eric