Ours is a Great Welcoming

whatever arrives - it now becomes our meditation. Yet this is not to the exclusion of the world, eyes shut to all but singular object upon its arrival. Ours is a great welcoming, edges seen but not believed to be a line of separation, sounds heard through silent backdrop, and emotions known against the contrast of original void. Even as all this is welcomed - it is soon forgotten in the rush of always more, and this too now becomes our meditation, to see our forgetfulness in the play of this great mystery. It all occurs without effort. Our only role is seeing - and by extension, to simply Be. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Nothing To Seek - Yet So Much To Explore

done seeking - and now it's the mystery of 

this moment, 

as the source of my

expansion.

It seems now as an exploration, nothing frantic, no reach for something not quite within my view - it's all right here, and still it's an unfathomable mystery as to how it came to be, and what may appear in an instant known as each moment. If anything, I am more curious now by the simplicity of the present, of how my own emptiness may serve as the capacity for such beauty, and drama, tragedy, and peace. I am filled with the world, nothing to seek - and yet so much to explore. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Uniquely in its Bloom

there is the will of life to simply be - and as this each individual thing is an expression of the whole. A flower blossoms entirely from earth and into air, at no point is there noted a separation of its being, only one existence expressed uniquely in its bloom. 

Save our own uniqueness - 

we are no different 

than a flower.

~

Peace,

Eric 

Even Our Denial

It all happens now - even our

denial of what appears as

present moment

and here too is our salvation, abiding just now in this awareness.

~

Peace,

Eric 

It's Exactly Like This

it's exactly like this - until the

moment offers 

something

new

and then it's not like 

this at all

~

Here's the mystery and simplicity of it all - we have this moment, full of wonder, and drama and peace as well. Life. And we open to it, we are lived through it, an experience complete in every way, and in a seamless flow, with no will or effort from us at all - everything changes. Life. This moment - offered once more in the guise of something new. 

Peace,

Eric 

Only Seeing

perhaps there is a practice - a means of seeing the obviousness of each moment as it unfolds in a mystery of its own. Yet this is no ritual, no path to follow with an end goal to reach. It's simply seeing, our attention turned back towards itself, a gaze briefly engaged in a curious quest to find the source of its beginning. And to this end - nothing, no realization of grand illusions, no awakening to an instant enlightenment. Only seeing. 

I called this a practice - yet better said it's just a repetition of a single moment, seen through our own innocence, again, for the very first time.

It's not even meditation. 

Only seeing 

what

is

right now.

And that's the mystery - each look will reveal exactly and only what the moment holds, and I have no idea what that will be. Not this time. Or the next. 

It always,

only

holds

the mystery unfolding in the 

moment. 

All we do is look - and even this is just an option. 

The mystery still unfolds

completely on its

own.

~

Peace,

Eric 

In This Belonging

and all things seem to be received - yet now I find no lines to separate what appears and the awareness of their arrival. Things simply are, appearing for their time, and then gone. Even my engagement and attachment to what comes is seamless - as well as the grief of their departure. Everything belongs. It's not that there is a receiving - but that all things are recognized in this belonging. 

~

Peace,

Eric