Headless

Headless: 

this doesn't need an origin story, no description at all really, although it's an allowing place for anything to be told - I am aware, conscious of being so, and this is all I know for certain. My origin is always right now, this present moment only, and it's impossible to truly describe by using words alone, and this why we point to our headless reality, a gesture that shows us who we really are. 

I'll try and be brief here, concise in explanation, with the most critical thing being to point and be witness to this in an instant, not relying on my secondhand account of a reality that's occurring always now. The claim is that we're headless and we take this with obvious disbelief, knowing full well exactly where our head is and ready to dismiss this silly assertion. Yet this meditation begins by simply asking for proof, immediate information to make certain this is so, and it requires a little humor, curiosity to explore why this would even be questioned. The truth is that we've never seen our head, our eyes have never been witness to themselves, and that we've always relied on the secondhand information of mirrors, photos, and what we've been told by others. 

look for yourself. 

here's the simple practice, pointing first to any object and note it briefly in description, that it has shape and color, appearing separate from whatever its neighbor. Now point to the obvious object of your head, that it should have similar attributes as any object and just as easily noted. There's a tendency to fill this space with information we've been told by others, a description given by mirrors and photos, and yet none of this is the truth appearing right before us - we are absent to our very own eyes, emptiness in the one place that's always held assurance.

headless.

but more, really, so much more - this is the headless reality that holds the world's promise, emptiness proving to be capacity for the universe appearing. This is our discovery of what we most truly are, the Heart Sutra of form and emptiness being just the same. It's an instant meditation, available at any moment's notice. 

yes, we are headless, yet our head appears to others, a seamless trade of grace and wonder as we hold their appearance sacred as our own. We have given our capacity as a gift for all the world, nothing to be excluded, unconditional in truest sense of love. In my absence, I see you, through emptiness I am your embrace, and it all happens without effort of my own, being simply how the world appears. There's no origin story here, everything simply is, and somehow we're all included, instantly, and always in this very moment. It defies description, and so we rely upon a gesture...

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Peace, Eric