A Measured Length Of Intimacy

The intimacy of distance - spaciousness shared in one caress, slight against each object of its devotion. This too is our touch, finding ourselves not just form confined to a single location - but an endless stretch of existence in a reach to know our own formless nature. We give ourselves to a measured length as an act of intimacy, dividing ourselves in the illusion of space and object as a display of love. 

It's who we are - and there is nothing greater. 

Peace,

Eric

And Then A World Continued

From nothing - and then a world continued in thought and form. There is no point where one becomes to the decline of the other. It simply happens. One thing, undivided, and we are equal to each aspect of existence. 

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Our path doesn't lead to any single destination - yet through distance alone we come to our arrival. 

Peace,

Eric

From This Alone

Subtle, yet at once - and we become the 

world from this 

alone

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Bearing witness to our own spaciousness at once brings us alone to one existence, as well as each distinction that falls within our view. Simply look back towards the point in which the world begins, trace our line of sight directly to its source - look, we are headless, yet full of all the world offers. We are undone in the wonder of becoming. 

Peace,

Eric

Of Our Encounter

passed through - yet somehow full of every

sight and wonder of our 

encounter 

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The path is an extension of presence - and all who travel touch upon their own wonder in the guise of all the world offers. 

Peace,

Eric 

Flight Becomes Our Own

a birds flight is not separate from the grounds of our own imagination - we are joined in the same expression of wonder. Our reality is spaciousness itself, both earth and air are bodies appearing in one existence, and so too a birds flight becomes our own. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

In Love

Everything is held in love - it's subtle, and at once infinite in its expansion. Nothing is denied in this embrace, a moment is cherished not for what it holds, but simply for its appearance within awareness. Just as soon there comes a letting go - and love too provides a grace for all that passes. Love remains. 

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Distance too, even in its furthest reach - remains in the subtle arms of loves embrace. We run with love, and always as love. Every step. 

Peace,

Eric

In Wonder Of Ourselves

Even this an appearance  - and not apart 

from the source of its 

arising. 

~

There is one existence - awake to itself in every detail of appearance. It's an empty capacity that begs for self-fulfillment, a template that provides it's own creative form, it's both garden and all that blooms within. It's the God-head. Yet more than all this - it's what we are in the depth of being, spacious, and in wonder of ourselves. 

Peace,

Eric