Delight In Being Known

it only seems we come and go - appearing to each other, and then moments found in which one is absent. Yet our truth is constant. There is no place that does not hold us as together, and more there is no time we have ever been apart. Our gift is our appearance for another, allowing infinite space to lend itself to form and delight in being known. To look at each other, our only words - thank you, thank you, thank you. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

To Form

come to form - yet always, belonging to the

space of our existence. 

~

This body, believed solid, and set apart from world and others, but no more too than a particle among the large and small dancing as creation. We are not (merely) form appearing in a backdrop of space - but spaciousness itself coming to form in an endless display of appearances. This body, is held within a larger truth, existence, the reality of what we really are. 

Peace,

Eric 

Inspiration From The Far End Of A Leash

when I asked her what to write about - she 

leaned into the wind and smiled. 

and so inspired, my words reflect nothing 

more than the joy of unseen

things. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

These Lines

these lines dividing self from

world vanish in my 

gaze - 

and now the world is all the

view contains 

~

Peace,

Eric 

The Sight Of Our Embrace

at once - we are a great receiving void, as well as so full of world, and sky, and stars, that we astound ourselves by what is held within the sight of our embrace. 

it's our own beauty - and yet still we are

surprised by the mystery of 

it all. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Both Ends Of Our View

we trace the view to our own absence - from world to emptiness found, yet too an eagerness to be filled, to allow ourselves as this capacity to hold a varied life within us. Both ends our our view reveal a mystery. 

Explore. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Nowhere In This - Loneliness, Hell, and Alone

our hell is not of our making, nor is it harm caused by others - no, hell is but a single thought held in its extreme. We believe in a self separate in existence. And so we suffer in the belief of our loneliness -one thing held apart from another. Yet there is salvation offered, a grace given in sudden clarity and sight - it's beyond the notion of belief. In truth, we are alone, we are one thing, but in no way separate or apart from the spread of all existence. We are alone by the very means that there is no other save ourselves in different form, and even that is but an illusion of the senses. We are all that is and this aloneness is Divine in its unity and uniqueness. So we see there is no hell, and our revelation is found in no place other than looking directly at the source where the world we know begins - here, our own line from world to formless self and back again. Look, trace it all to the point that holds it origin - trust only what is seen and the emptiness that allows for it to be. Nowhere in this, is there a hell to be found. 

~

Peace,

Eric