At Home

At home:

it's to let any thought be at home here, no wish to chase it back to silence - that whatever's present is allowed its free expression. I am uncensored in creativity, unconcerned by thoughts passing, and everything is entertained not by value, but by presence alone. So I wake up early, hours still before dawn, sitting before my keyboards, empty screen at first, coffee at hand, and wait for words to find me, no hurry, they arrive as surely as the dawn.

they always do. 

that seems to be the secret, that everything's at home here, and by this I mean presence. I'll leave this purposely vague, not wishing to define what I think is mostly known by all and everyone has a different name for, a description that fits our preference. For me, presence seems a most fitting word, inclusive, welcoming, and everything belongs within its hold.

presence.

and I do think of this as a welcoming place, or really not a place at all but simply what I am, allowing by my very nature. Of course I have demands, and many (many) preferences, and there's a strong desire for things to be a certain way. That's just how things appear, aspects of a personality that fits seamlessly to my whole expression, presence revealing me in such unique fashion. 

everything belongs.

that's how is is with presence, there's no choice as to what appears, my world is always open to disaster and beauty, chaos and my demands for order. Life, in other words. It's an underlying peace, sometimes forgotten, but never truly gone. What I know is that what appears, whatever it may be, is not separate from presence, and that's why everything is always, already, immediately accepted (much, and often, to my displeasure) 

it's just how things are.

so, I find that these are the words arriving to my keyboards, unplanned, spontaneous in their appearance - but the screen provides a welcome home. Everything belongs here, presence instantly accepting whatever now appears. Dawn extends its first reach of light, my coffee cup near empty, yet the page is filled and morning words are written. 

~

Peace, Eric