Receptive

Receptive: 

receptive - meditation is when I notice what I'm most like, unsubstantial of any true self, a verb by very nature. When I sit, everything belongs, thoughts gather and dissipate to what seems a larger silence, body sensations, subtle, garner my attention before they too simply settle to a calm. Here, there is only receptivity, an allowingness that never waivers. 

peace.

yet of a slightly different kind.

this is the peacefulness of sky; undisturbed no matter how great the wind, nor by largest storm. Its capacity is never diminished, without tarnish, and always found receptive. The difference, I find, is only of confusion. My nature too is just as receptive, no less the capacity than endless sky - but here I often find myself lost in my attention, believing myself to be involved in every storm to the point of my identity. At least until it passes. 

meditation is just my notice of seamless transitions.

to continue with metaphor; the sky isn't separate from storm, yet neither is it completely given to its momentary roil. The sky is simply and always receptive to conditions. Seamless in capacity as storm and hold. 

and that's my meditation, an easy notice of my welcome, even in the moment I contradict it by denial. Storms happen, life continues. I find no reason to push a thought aside, using mindfulness to achieve a certain sense of calm. In my notice, everything belongs, and I give no reason for my wish of change, for my hopelessness of being lost in some conditions. I am receptive by nature, and sitting here this early morning I bask in this allowing. 

nothing has to change, 

but it will. 

~

Peace, Eric