Same Sky

but it's the same sky - always in the 

allowance of sun and 

moon,

and the time for each to have

their moment. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Even For This

even for this - life expands 

always in its 

allowance 

and nothing excluded, the fluidity of existence makes no demands, nor denies this present moment. Everything belongs for the moment of its appearance. 

Even our wish for things to be
other. 

There is peace is this awareness. 

Peace,

Eric 

And This Is All We Need To Do (Really)

just note what's found - no need for imagination, nothing evaluated, it's the simplicity and purity of true mindfulness. There are objects, and too it seems, the space in which they're held, but there's no line that divides them on our view. It's seamless. Traced back a bit farther, to the origin of the view, and again note what's found - do our eyes provide any evidence for their own form? Is there a seer, one that is clear to our attention and able to be distinguished on its own? Just note, rest in what is present and not imagined or projected. 

See. 

And this is all we need to do. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

And Everything Else

not just against me - but now the wind departs as my own reach, continuing from the moment shared within its sweep. There are no isolated moments, no events that do not consist of every other action of the world as well. I was placed before the wind a thousand years before it reached me, some motion given spark in inspiration of our meeting. Nothing random, yet nothing planned, just mystery unfolding in its own fashion. 

For this.

And everything else. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Still Rain

and every drop the

storm - 

yet still rain. 

one thing in unique expression 

~

Peace,

Eric 

For The Blooming Of The World

nothing here - and yet the 

world is found. 

it's the near end of the view, open, clear and 

revealing itself as our own pure

nature. 

simply look - reverse the gaze to find if indeed there is a 

person that holds the view. 

look for something, someone, solid.

take nothing for granted that isn't found by 

given evidence alone. 

my sight reveals a world traced back to an empty 

source that begs to be filled by thought and

objects. 

it's a trade of space for things to be in their 

own unique way without my 

interference. 

as if I am the garden for the 

blooming of the world. 

it's what I see.

~

Peace,

Eric 

Private - Yet Our's As Well

it's our suffering, together - yet private in its

place within each of us as 

well.

everything is shared by virtue of our one belonging, at no point does existence break from my world to yours, there is no isolation from our own company, and although we are distinct in thought and appearance our essence is of one thing only. 

so empathy in truth is simply breathing in the experience of another, yet knowing too, deeply, that it is ours as well. 

there is no escape. 

it's our belonging, our suffering, our world - and even this gives the false impression that we are more than one thing alone. 

there is presence, and you and I arise as an appearance in this, not apart, no illusion, but an aspect of life expressing itself uniquely. 

as this expression - there comes grace and beauty, sorrow and

what feels like being broken.

yet at no point are we apart from the whole. 

and so, in what feels your deepest isolation - there is 

nowhere I'm not found as well. 

always.

I love you,

Eric