Like Steps

our steps are measured at once by the singularity of their expression and the stride of their true existence. Our steps contain the distance of worlds. These are aspects of motion which in turn is but an aspect of our own nature. It's all One - expression in infinite ways.

Like steps.

Peace,

Eric

With No Place To Go

Suddenly - all things went. And now this allowing place, being found the bare essence of all that passed before. Nothing really changed. But we saw.

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We are the allowance and capacity for steps, for trails and for motion. We are the screen of existence and all things act out their theatrical passage against us. It only seems we're runners - in truth we are the stillness that gives motion rein. In this recognition we may relax - with no place to go, we have arrived .

Peace,

Eric

A Small Lie

Our loss is the gain of the world - for in absence there is unfolding of a singular existence. Not joined but continued. There is a fragment caught in an illusion of self and we have embraced it as our own. We've lived a small lie. We travel set distance in place of the infinite we have to roam. We're not what we appear to be. But we think we are. Surrender this thought, this small lie of self, for a selfless moment stretched forever. It's who we really are.

Peace,

Eric 

All Things Continue

Immeasurable - and even distance contained within. This is who we are, the backdrop of all things played out against us, within us, through us. There is no end. My touch to you continues onwards - for you are unfathomable in essence, embracing as my reach. Our steps too are but a reach to know the earth. And distance no more than their continuation.

Peace,

Eric

Joined

Distance - so near, pressed against us, expanding from our touch. Nothing seems so far away. It's a different type of seeing - an inward look at what seems to be the outer world. We move through distance as a belonging place, an aspect of self offered as a void. It has the capacity to hold us and we in turn open to our own innate borderless realm. We are joined.

Peace,

Eric

Immeasurable

Appearing in distance - all things are transient by nature. A runners time is a measured lot. And yet preceding each step there is our presence. We are beyond runner and not given to time. We are immeasurable. Appearing as distance- we display our true nature.

Peace,

Eric



This Promise

Before distinctions - distance abides in endless wonder. We are free to roam, measureless, extending past imagined boundaries of thought and bone. Perhaps, in a less solid moment, even the stars would find our reach.

There's always this promise.

Peace,

Eric