Nouns Don't Really Exist

and really I can't even state that there is an appearance of things - to do so would be to lend objects and thoughts a solidity undeserved, assigning specifics and continuation to time and place. There is appearing, motion, an ever changing event only believed to be static. Grammatically - it's all a verb. Nouns don't really exist. We are constantly appearing yet never the same, no singular appearance is ever found - a name is given to an event that claims to be me, and another is given to a tree, a cloud and every star. But nothing can ever be revisited, rebirth is a present happening and the tree or cloud now viewed is already appearing in shifting form. It's all motion. We're all motion. Verbs. Or perhaps better said -  just one thing, happening now, life, appearing only for a moments notice in the guise of something to depend on, something solid, something other than a verb. Still, it's always just one thing. And really, I can't even say why - I am appearing too. 

And it's all a mystery. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

My Agenda

yes, I have an agenda - yet deeper still there is

no one here to really plan

only presence all 

alone

unfolding in a mystery of its own accord

~

It's all motion, everything, and as such there is no ultimate plan for our arrival to anywhere outside of this present moment. We are here. The agenda is clear - relax. It's that simple. Awakening to this - and we see that we are already, and always, home. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Nothing Lost, Nothing Incomplete

nothing is lost, nor are we ever incomplete - although it certainly appears so at times. Our reality, what is true for at least right now, is always and only this present moment. We have our breath, a heartbeat of life, an embrace of infinite space against us - sky, sun, and stars as our extension. What is lost from this? How could anything touched from the farthest heavens be incomplete? This moment holds it all. Life. There is nothing lacking in this aliveness. Yet thoughts otherwise persist - but now seen through the moment of our completion, even they belong. They're simply part of the flow of all things, here, for whatever length of their appearance. 

Again, the reality of this moment remains. 

Nothing lost.

Nothing incomplete.

Ever. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

No Effort In Letting Go

simply by virtue of 

appearance - 

already it's been surrendered

nothing is held past the 

moment it's given. 

and there is no effort in 

letting 

go

~

Peace,

Eric 

Even This

of course we resist - we make demands and point to needs as if to explain our want for something more than what the moment holds. Yet even this belongs. Resistance too is just an experience in the infinite flow of all things. So we don't deny what is, even when that itself is denial. We don't resist, even as we refuse to accept the present moment. 

It all happens now. 

And belongs within aware presence. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

The Way Is Beauty

the way is beauty - art, at its finest and perhaps most subtle, is without agenda. It's simply this moment, now, exposed in its fundamental nature. Pure. This view may hold what seems a tragic circumstance, or too something beyond the limits of our comprehension - and yet beauty is not found by way of compare or measured against what came before or what's to follow. By virtue of allowance - beauty is. And it's always now, as every appearance, life providing itself in the artful manner of living. The way is beauty and means is appreciation of all that's given in every moment. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

We Exist

it's not argued - we exist, there is no denying that a clear presence, something awake to itself in order to even register the question of existence, is in play as the only sense of reality we may know. Everything else too is an appearance of this. It's all one thing. This existence - to view a tree, a flower, the sun, and farthest star, is the same to hold each as an aspect of self. To listen to a single note of a birds song, distant traffic, or the lilt of another's voice is to know a symphony of infinite means yet only heard by one. 

We exist.

Beyond this - nothing more is certain. 

Yet it's all we need to know. 

~

Peace,

Eric