Sunday, July 7, 2019

To Be Just Aware



at this point there is no debate, no argument for source of origin, nor life past this forms departure - I am aware, and very much surprised for this to be so. This has become enough for me, noting the seeming endlessness of what awareness holds, they mystery of what appears, then tinged too with sadness for what passes. There's nothing excluded from this and perhaps that alone is what brings to this point of welcome. To be just aware, without need or care to know beyond this moment. 

~
Peace,
Eric 

Saturday, July 6, 2019

In This Space



it's no longer about becoming, I am, and in this 
space - the world belongs.

~
Peace,
Eric 

Friday, July 5, 2019

Any Given Moment



beauty isn't recognized in contrast - but by 
our own truest nature, 

revealed through any given 
moment. 

~
Peace,
Eric 

Thursday, July 4, 2019

Only Aware



not doubting this - only
aware,

and all contained in present moment

nothing more needs
proving. 

~
Peace,
Eric 

Wednesday, July 3, 2019

We Are - Only and Always, Just Aware



just aware - and this the only
inquiry needed.

To ask myself, in any circumstance - am I aware - and then to simply see how this unfolds. This returns us always to the fundamental base of being. Aware of thought, emotion, sense, and world - nothing excluded, only attention wanders, awareness itself remains steadfast. So, we inquire not to find ourselves aware, but to return attention again to its source, reminding ourselves of our own spacious capacity to hold the world. 

we are - only and always, 
just aware. 

~
Peace,
Eric 

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Just Show Up



words appear and written in the very same mystery - there is the discipline of showing up, not forcing the pace of what is given as a gift. That's my writing life. Inspiration is the grace of simply waiting for what appears. To make any claim aside from this is to believe myself separate from the process, a writer who attempts to plucks words from a temperamental muse, praying to be gifted. When words come, I write. When they don't, I wait. But even this isn't exactly true - it's just one thing in waves of communication, saying as much through silence as any word, and I am included in this, not as author, but a voice that speaks just for this one particular moment of mystery. Seen as such, my role is really very simple - I just show up, willing to be part of something larger than the plans of being a writer. 

~
Peace,
Eric 

Monday, July 1, 2019

Even This



it's when the witness becomes a 
mere note of observation,

just aware

and then even this becomes
surrendered 

~
Peace,
Eric