Spontaneous Events

Spontaneous events: 

often, there's no plan of what I'll write of, no outline, nor idea of theme, not even the first word arrives to me until I sit before the screen. It's an experience of spontaneous creation, allowing words to flow and pause at a pace entirely of their own. This takes a certain trust on my end, relieves me of control, and simply allows me to become an instrument within the process - surrendering to the spontaneous events of writing, with no true author really found. 

and more so, this seems to carry through with life, that is all spontaneous events only seemingly arranged, mystery in its purest sense. This is my understanding of karma, effects following effects without apparent cause, just threads of possibilities through the web of time. My writing reflects this, and even more now, my life too is about surrendering to this faith of not knowing, allowing mystery to flow without belief in my personal interference. This isn't fatalistic, but simply recognizing that I'm a mere, yet essential participant within this web of possibilities, with no true idea of how this story will be told.

my writing than, is similar to each morning, dawn appearing as an invitation, faith that the day will be spontaneous in events, possibilities, and that by simply waking I am already a full participant within its flow. My only plan needed is to be part of this, present, remembering that I belong fully within the whole, essential by my very nature. The first word always appears, a theme makes itself known, a thread within this web of possibilities. Waking to this...

my day begins. 

~

Peace, Eric