Nothing But Our Eternal Yes Is Lasting

It's always yes - we are acceptance itself, a welcoming grace of all possibilities. Our very nature is an allowance for things to be, to pass, and be again in different form. We say yes in full embrace of what is now, abiding in our own endless capacity to welcome every aspect of existence. Even to deny is simply an experience within our grand acceptance. In the very depth of being, all is seen as transient, illusion in given form, nothing settled, and nothing but our eternal yes is lasting.

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Running distance is the acceptance of small things grown larger through the mind. Say yes to every step taken.

Peace,

Eric

An Inquiry Into The Seamless

An inquiry into the seamless - nature in its constant acceptance of all appearance. Everything comes within - our skin is touched as air in same regard as a leaf in the contoured hold of sky. Emptiness simply gives of itself for all creation. This is existence, reality, shared and shaped within boundless wonder. It's who we are.

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Looking carefully - one step taken and the whole of earth spreads in distance. There is no ground left untouched. Our world, our step, is seamless.

Peace,

Eric

Finding Nothing Of Self

As essence - and here we're found, the last of all negations, formless, and now full as our capacity to hold all things. We come to this through dismissal of our belief in the illusion of parts. Finding nothing of self in form, thought, or function, and yet a continuation of awareness as all of this passes. We are found in the only thing that remains - the allowing template that gives of its very spaciousness for the things of life to be.

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In the end - there is no pursuit of distance. We are always in the midst of our own spacious wonder. The illusion is that there is some place to be.

Peace,

Eric

Our Distinction

Distinct - and still recognized as a celebrated aspect of one existence. Life is the play of this one thing given to the duality of its expression. It's consciousness opened to itself in praise and wonder. A tree is distinct from the sky but comes alive within its air. It's all displayed within our view - a vision held in the demands of our own participation. We are distinct from tree and sky yet still the template of their allowance. Our true vision, the source from which all is seen - is the capacity for the world to be.

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Each step distinct - yet still come to find the stride.

Peace,

Eric

Face To No -Face With Our Existence

A subtle confrontation - where once seen there is now the headless space of reality. Our spaciousness never subsides to the view of expectations. We demand a solid world to see, and more we wish to add form to the void from where our sight is born. And yet we always sense the absence of the viewer. Our confrontation begins in self-wonder and exploring the limits of our form. By simply looking, our direction of view turned back against itself, we come face to the no-face of our existence. Nothing there. Everything here. A confrontation so profound that we accept it. We are - because of our capacity to not be. The key to any confrontation is the paradox of truth.

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Running leads to some strange things - and nothing more so than the lack of actual runner. Once seen, there is still form, still motion, and always distance. But the runner is gone so all those things can simply Be.

Peace,

Eric

And Always We Remain One Existence

Yet layers found in this existence -  one thing still and always, but given to details unique in their expressions. In temporary form we find ourselves no less spacious than the emptiness that props against us, giving template to all we do, think, and say. Words are just another layer in silent backdrop, while motion weaves itself through stillness bound. All one thing in their finest form, all aspects of a single existence capable of being known as more. We are this layer, now expressed in a lifetime of a moment. And always we remain as one existence.

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Distance brings us to the layers that can't be measured - our existence is the allowance that temporary things pass through. Even the witness to motion will vanish as another layer gone. Here - there is the space where distance is born. And that's who we are.

Peace,

Eric

And All To Know The Pleasure Of Each Other

...and we come to this - the infinite trickled down to finite form, our endlessness given momentary end, and all to know the pleasure of each other, of two things touched against sides, of elements expressed in common language. Duality serves in intimacy.

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We enjoy ourselves as landscape, step, breath, and air - one thing expressed as world.

Peace,

Eric