In This Fashion

always fulfilled - in our point as capacity, empty, yet

holding all the world.

seamless in this fashion. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

And Yet

we are searching for further experiences, extraordinary states, and even the present moment has become remote in the mystery that it offers - 

and yet,

here we are, full of 

ordinary wonder

exactly as we are right now. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

In The Guise of Seasonal Wonder

it can't really be told - yet we recognize it through every season, an allowing grace of what's to be without need of lines to make distinctions. The world is seamless as it is, open, and full of nothing but change in what's occurring. One season is not the opposite of another, but simply the continuous unfolding of what always is, in the guise of seasonal wonder. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Completely as The Whole

seamless - and even the 

sense of being

other, 

belongs completely as the whole

~

it's one of my favorite word - seamless. There is nowhere that we find a complete break between things. Every object is held entirely within the space which surrounds it, each sound is caressed by silence, and thoughts pass through the stillness of the mind - at no point are any of these things apart from the seamless whole. 

Peace,

Eric

Now Believed

it's how one thing seems to become another, seamless, a

parting of nothing to nothing-  yet now

believed in solid

form

~

Peace,

Eric 

Our Nature is Nothing

our nature is nothing - and this alone is what allows all things to be. Everything noted brings from one source, continuous even in existence now, the primordial template of its beginning. We stay nothing. Yet from this negative point, from absence, life somehow comes into play - as each deep slumber of night allows an awakening light. In this sense, nothing is not seen as a frightening state, but beyond the state of being itself into pure potential, the spontaneous allowance of all things, and the very nature of what we are. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Giving Up

giving up - yet really it's not

our surrender,

everything comes to the limit of its appearance, a time of it's own that is not, cannot be, our concern. To grasp for more is to suffer, but even our suffering is simply another moment of letting go. It's all spontaneous, miraculous even in that any of this came to be at all. We don't give up a single thing, ever - life just continues on its own.

and our recognition of this is

just a blessing. 

~

Peace,

Eric