What We Bring

What we bring:

what we bring is intimacy, a true point of who we are and offered to the world. This is our experience, each moment a thought, sensation, whatever our attention holds. It's without translation, pure in its regard, raw. Our first language. 

of simply being aware.

and not separate by way of observation, no go-between of witness and what's observed. This is just one thing meeting itself through varied form and essence. It's the world told through our experience, a participation of the whole channeled down to the finite point of our attention. 

it's what we are.

what we bring is momentary, just brief enough to note, but somehow too continuous in its stream of motion. We're a paradox of information, a knowing touch to any object of our reach and yet at once seamless in the experience of touching. It's singular, no object really, not separate from us in first appearance and certainly not in reach, nor final outcome of a touch. It's all experienced by an allusive, arbitrary self, coming to this one point of notice and then vanishing once again to the stream of its attention. This self exists for such moment alone, an illusory arising of all that's held within an instant, immediate in both note and it's surrender. In truth - not existing at all. 

so what we really bring is nothing, it's intimacy all along, 

and we're simply momentary points within its notice. 

~

Peace, Eric