By Looking

By looking:

by looking, and with this we see ourselves as capacity, an empty fullness of life in constant welcome to every seeming appearance and event. Even those we wish would never happen. Capacity has one objective alone and that's to simply hold, allowing without bias or concern. By looking deeply we can see how little we've actually chosen for ourselves, not of the tragic events, nor even the actions that seem to lead to these affairs. 

life occurs in mystery. 

but this isn't to debate free will - it's just a note on appearances, of their welcome throughout every part of life without interference of our care. And there is no saying why other than that this is how reality is, allowing by its very nature and that we are fully deep as aspects of reality. No life is charmed enough to leave away sorrow, to be free of suffering, nor even a casual dislike. We're alive and that entails all that will be offered - from the pleasure of accomplishment to the distress of failure, the joy of relationships to the loss of those we love. We are the capacity for all of this to be, and it's room for life to be expressed through every seeming way. 

by looking, we see how best we serve in this regard - that as capacity we remain empty of any permanent hold, no grasp of anything dear for very long. Life is too precious to be hoarded by demands, of only choosing moments that fit our need and fulfill our wish for happiness. We are room for change, spacious by nature, and serve life best by simply letting go.

as if anything is ever truly held for very long. 

and so we see ourselves as emptiness, capacity in service of its hold - but not only this, our role is far to intimate to just welcome and release. Capacity is the very essence of all it holds, an emptiness that allows so deeply that it is at once the object as well as the sweep of its embrace. We are life in all of it's tragic and joyful happenings, without true choice as to what occurs, but always allowing, allowing, even as we're letting go. 

by looking - emptiness seen.

capacity, 

and the life seamless in its hold. 

~

Peace, Eric