Yet Still And Always - Right Now

this is it, in it's entirety - the whole of all existence. Right now. Perhaps there's something next - mystery unfolding to a greater understanding, an expansion to a deeper love, or some realization beyond the scope of love or knowledge. Maybe. Yet still, and always, it will be this, in it's entirety - the whole of all existence. 

Right now. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Always, Only, Now

who's to say what's true, or real - does it really matter? Perhaps it's enough to simply know that there's a mystery, infinite presence, of which we are too, and that it's unfolding, always, only, now. 

The rest is details.

With commentary provided.

Even (and maybe especially) this. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

The Same Perfection

we are not found without grace, a certainty of belonging to the whole even without a conscious effort given to this knowing. It's the same perfection of a spring leaf in early bloom as well as its later release to autumn. Our grace is not accessed - it's ever present as our own aware self, nature in full extension of our inclusion, and by no means are we ever separate from its embrace. Perhaps better said - it's all found as grace. 

No exceptions. 

It's what we are. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Is

there's no answer -  to even ask who we really are is to invite silence, for any words spoken, thoughts, or insight given is a temporary flash we've since moved on from. Reality is instantaneous, constant, and not once the same in any moment. Perhaps our question alone provides more truth than any answer holds. To ask, inquire into the nature of self and world, is both the reach and end touch of existence - 

who we are, Is. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Beauty - Simply Is

it's not so subjective - without belief in commentary offered by thoughts, beauty is exactly what's found in any and every given moment. Our inquiry may lead us to ask how there could possibly be beauty without a measure to compare or a thought to contrast - and in fairness to this question there is no real answer. 

Beauty simply is. 

It's life. 

It's inseparable from the decay of form, from what may be judged as ugly, or even cruel. Beauty is existence in every role played, seen through and as the guise of opposites, it's our becoming as well as our destruction. 

Beauty is the true and only art of being alive. 

It's not subjective - it simply is. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Trapped In Our Very Freedom`

it's all here - at no point in any reach are we not already touched against the world, or a breath drawn that doesn't taste of heaven. We search for the absolute while existing always as the one thing only, a perfect labyrinth, trapped in our very freedom. 

And there is no escape. 

There just comes a clarity of sight, seeing the same things as before, yet now the effort to find anything beyond this moment - is simply absent. 

Right now is enough. 

It always has been - but now we know. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Indeed There Is A Resurrection

and indeed there is a resurrection - from a formless sense of wonder, empty of all save a promise of becoming, our own true face is shown as the details of the world. We rise as form in the same eternal moment that allows all things to be, to linger in the span of their appearance, and then to cease in this particular way of being. Resurrection is motion - one thing only, falling and again gaining height in a lofty expansion of self. 

Yet always one thing. 

Our resurrection is now - see first our spaciousness, our lack of divide between world and what we hold as a solid understanding, examining the beliefs that tell us who we are. We investigate both ends of our view - from what is seen to the aware unseen. In this seeing we die as a separate self and in the same moment we find ourselves truly present, as the presence, where everything belongs. 

Peace,

Eric