Body as Soul

the body as soul - risen from earth and again, one day returned. This is the eternal, life happening through various form, continuous, resurrected to itself in original wholeness. There is no separate spirit removed from this, nothing holier than pure awareness that allows it all to happen. The body as soul - being earth, and star dust, and nourished by sunlit touch to skin. It's all one thing, just soul, divine by virtue of itself alone. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Grace Alone

and even now, right before an empty page - there's no promise of words, no immediate inspiration, nor plan to follow. I have no idea of the very next word to come. Yet there is the mystery, and somehow these words appear. It's the grace of every writer, of every one of us really - simply show up, ready for magic, even, perhaps, the magic of abiding in the space of absolutely nothing (seemingly) happening. 

Be content with this. 

Whatever it may be. 

Words - or nothing. 

And grace alone becomes enough. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Through Silence

through silence - and every 

sound is welcomed,

there remains it's original, untouched nature, unaffected by all that passes. This too, is what we are, quite to the core, still, and allowing to all of what the world offers. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Already Perfect Acceptance

here's the thing - it's already perfect acceptance, right now and always. No proof of this is needed, it's observed through every moment, each occurrence is given its time, and then passed through in a fashion of its own. Even are actions are part of this equation. This is our nature, abiding in what is, a perfect field of all allowance. 

And no effort needed - just to be. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

As Tree and Its Expansion

through the reach of every branch - and emptiness

promised by the sky, 

but still one thing expressed as 

tree and its expansion. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

The Paradox of Knowing

nothing offered, no wisdom, nor insight given - we abide in knowing, constant, our own source of everything. Even in the mystery of it all. It's a paradox. We know ourselves as life, indeed, that's all we may know ourselves as, and in this light, nothing can be secretive. Yet, still, it's always a mystery, and our knowing remains firmly in this as well. So what may seem as an insight granted, is no more than our own self, as mystery, revealed within a moment. 

~

Peace,

Eric  

We Are

we are - and at every moment this includes life in its entirety. Life is not a series of events that's somehow strung together through our participation. It's always current, happening now, now, constant and urgent in its vibrancy. There is no missing out on life. And there is no one living it - there is simply, only, life being expressed uniquely. 

Right now as me.

And you. 

We are - this. 

Nothing more. 

And never, never, any less. 

~

Peace,

Eric