It Bypasses Language

It bypasses language: 

what I love about the Headless Way as presented by Douglas Harding, is that it bypasses language entirely, perhaps an odd thing for me to day and then continue writing of - yet words too belong here, descriptive, hopefully poetic, and knowing of the impossibility of capturing anything that's true. Harding urges us to look, being sole authority here, and then simply rest in this encounter. Nothing else has to be done, no specific mantra or meditation, it's not a means of being mindful, but only resting here, aware, allowing ourselves to be exactly as we truly are. 

and that's not for me to say.

it bypasses language. 

and amazingly, for me, I am filled with creativity by what's found, a pureness that defies words and yet fills me with an urge to be descriptive. That's the gift of emptiness, everything belongs, it's a spaciousness that begs to be filled with the entirety of all life holds. More so, it's seamless, life is here, not amidst this emptiness, not existing within some great void, but being presently the same exact thing, an ever exchanging flow of emptiness and form. 

it bypasses language...

and still allows for inspiration to be known.

so with this I write freely, I'm granted the use of words as well as their failure. I'm writing due to the creative urge of an emptiness found and the mystery of it's content, a void and its instantaneous fill of possibilities, spontaneously arising, the very essence of true magic.  

it bypasses language,

even as I'm urged to write. 

~

Peace, Eric