With Nothing More To Do

looking - yet no longer really as a seeker, it's an endless inquiry into presence and present moment that holds my fascination. What comes to this awareness? This is where seeking ends and exploration begins - there is nothing outside this moment to be sought, and everything arises right now to be noted as my own living reality. It could be called a practice, but there is no drive to it, no compulsion for spiritual meaning, no self to be improved upon, just the simple observation of an aware emptiness that seems to claim me as it's own without negation of my world. Here, I find that it all belongs and it all unfolds in it's own possible way. Everything. So even my inquiry is without journey, the world is here, my inner story is told right now without advancement of agenda, to even say I'm looking is a subtle implication of a search - in truth, it's simply Being. 

With nothing more to do. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

A Returning Look

a returning look - vision traced back to the assumption of

appearance, yet nothing found but the aware

space that holds the origin of the

view

this is my source

it's where the world touches the awareness that I myself am aware of - there is no claim of ultimate beginnings or that the world extends from here. There are no claims at all, just my own true belonging, right here, marked as now, and the only source that I may know. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

My Own Understanding

just my own understanding - dismissed of any knowledge that does not belong to my own sense of what each moment holds. In this way, my heart speaks, a true language of intuitive communing of myself as presence. It's just a deeper way of knowing, a listening independent of given words and free from the weight of a listener. 

~

knowledge is the story of 

every breeze,

right now -  I understand just the

wind against me. 

Peace,

Eric 

Everything Belongs - Yet Not Forever

it's the belief that somehow, this, isn't it -  that we are removed from the whole by conditions or circumstance. There is a tendency to separate things by opinion, or the expectation of our emotional response. Our preferences and demands come to play in confrontation to what a particular moment holds, and our wish for things to be other than the experience at hand become an imagined line of division. Yet every response is holy, fitting to what we have to give right now - and even arguments of otherwise belong within the moment. Everything belongs. We don't have to like, enjoy, or even accept outer circumstances or our internal reply to any situation - but by virtue of appearance it all belongs. The truth is - this is it, all of it. Everything. This is our awakening, right now, and all that's called for is to simply be - allowing it all, the turmoil of debate over condition and response, our desire for a peaceful solution, every argument for things (and ourselves) to be other than they are. Again, it all belongs. Yet not forever - in the calm of this allowing there is also our not that nothing stays the same, that this too will pass to something else again. In this calm we find that there is only belonging, and we are powerless to exclude. 

This alone is peace of mind. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

In Nearness There Comes Beauty

it's terms we use, words, and concepts - yet life itself is expressed without story and our descriptions always fail to capture the reality of the moment. But still we try, and in nearness there comes beauty in artful arrangements of words and images. Our every conversation is an art form in service to the ineffable. There are those who take it further, giving themselves fully to the effort of being near, a close account to the magic of occurrence. 

There are great artist among us. 

Not all hold a pen, brush, or camera. 

Some tell this story with only a smile. 

Other's converse in such a manner that silence it told as much as every word. 

Yet every artist seeks to convey reality in a 

way only they can show, 

In this light - I thank you all for the beauty that you share. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Perfect Acceptance Of What Is

the perfect acceptance of what is - is, and 

always has been,

the very moment that's

occurring

and no effort, nothing is required, it's 

simply happening

on it's own

we don't even need to recognize it, or 

give it any meaning

just relax in the knowing - that it is

~

Peace,

Eric 

Just Rain

just rain - and yet clouds know 

every drop in their 

surrender

while earth holds grace for the

fall of their devotion

every storm has a story of it's own 

~

Peace,

Eric