Without Perimeter

Without perimeter: 

without perimeter, no lines at all, clarity by our very nature - that's the end result of seeing, of looking towards the source which seems to hold the view and finding only the absence of a seer as well as the entirety of the world being born within the moment of our looking. It's an impersonal view, yet intimate too, this is where paradox seeks comfort in being understood. Everything belongs here, it's impossible for anything to be shoved aside as there are no true borders to hold against intrusion. 

our view is always inclusive. 

as Douglas Harding claims, we are our own authority here, sole observers to what's found and that which isn't seen at all, headless by our very own witness. We are without perimeter, seamless, and our descriptions fail when we seek to offer explanation. The truth is, this cannot be explained, not really, as reality offers only the experience of being and words seem to imply a secondary structure where none exists at all. Yet there is joy in this attempt, and that's the necessity of art, not to inform others of what's been witnessed in our interior world, but to insist from our own point of authority that there is no separate world, just labels of exclusion, faint descriptions that only hint of the reality of our view. 

art provides an urge for searching on our own. 

no one else can lay claim to what's found, there is no authority greater than our own. Other's may seek to fill this spaciousness with their description, offering insights that proved useful with their own encounter of reality, but are still secondary tales of what they found. I like to think of myself as a continuous seeker, one who looks freshly for the divine in any given moment. It's always different, ever changing in beauty and through the curiosity of my wonder, and yet it stays exactly as every previous encounter, without perimeter, seamless, only my intimacy forgotten and now reclaimed once more. That's the value of looking, a simple reminder, exploring the world again through the freshness of the view. 

without perimeter...

an authority of our own. 

~

Peace, Eric