Most Grateful To Be Aware.

that I am particles, gathered and arranged, and somehow now find myself aware - yet still this all remains unexplained, without reason or cause for it to be. I have no faith in a greater purpose, no belief in a grand design that holds me to a part to play. But I know myself as mystery, awake to the moment of my existence. There seems little more to know. To refuse to speculate is to accept that right now is the only miracle we'll find. The particles of my claim to being belonged to distance stars, every atom that makes me has been shared before and will continue when I'm gone. This is rebirth. I will be again one day as something other, gathered and arranged in a completely new form. The awareness that I am, perhaps, is a gift just given to this moment though, this particular expression of the whole never to be expressed again. Truly than, this is the miracle, right now and all that is occurring - none of this had to be, myself included. I am most grateful to be aware. 

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Peace,

Eric 

It All Happens Entirely On Its Own

and so we see that it's our surrender - nothing given that we don't immediately open to in pure acceptance. What occurs right now is the path, each instant is our own spiritual measure, with no authority granted to any influence beyond this present moment. To this is our natural surrender, requiring no effort, it's simply our response to what the world offers. This recognition is our awakening, just seeing that we are powerless in this acceptance, unable to deny what's present, yet fully capable to surrender to what is - it all happens entirely on its own. We play no role in this surrender. It's life, simply, always, happening. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Without (my) Assigned Meaning

and more now it seems the world exist best without my assigned meaning, less need for my own values to apply to what appears. That it's all spontaneous, from events to objects, and my response as well is simply what occurs. To assign meaning would be the height of my arrogance, asserting such small beliefs into the grander play of life itself. In this light, I see myself as an event happening within and as the whole, spontaneous too, and without personal meaning aside from this occurring. I find my value through being, and expression of life that speaks of the truly miraculous moment of this existence. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Reminds Me That I Am

without reason other than I am - this, for me, is why I'm grateful. To exist is a mystery, unasked for, and continued without true aim or cause. Any meaning to this is derived through speculation, to say that I am anything other than just being is a stretch of my imagination. At times I find myself involved in modes of dreaming, wishful of solid things affirmed. Yet always I return to this present moment, aware of even my drift to desired worlds. It's here, now, that allows the mind to wander, it all occurs in this one, and only instant. Seeing this, knowing that things will not be other than whats found within this moment - I relax, my demands not met by either expectations or resistance, everything just allowed to be. I am grateful to and for it all, I exist, and what occurs, reminds me that I am. 

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Peace,

Eric 

A Stretch of Newly Surrendered

and too we find this a grieving path - a constant letting go of all a moment holds, not to be repeated ever as before, and what's to come is always now uncertain. Yet through this grief we know ourselves as just as temporary as what's let go, surrendering  to an empty embrace that refutes our wish to hold anything as certain. This grief then is our awakening. It's seen that we have nothing, not even this present moment to hold too, to reach even for now is to find ourselves in an stretch of newly surrendered, this very recognition already in the past. This moment is change, it's motion in an always now, and we'll never catch this mystery. So we come to grief in a rightful note to what's passing, not bitter to what's gone, but more so just grateful to even know the sadness of letting go - for in this, we know we're living. 

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Peace,

Eric 

An Agreement of Infinite Things

it's a temporary alliance - there's an agreed upon order to what appears, space giving of itself for things to be and then the moment ends with the continued grace of motion. Nothing ever stays just as it is, literally, as emptiness itself is constant in becoming - and just as true what becomes stands equal to its empty origins. It's only an exchange of perspective, what gathers as form to give me the means of this expression is also seen as the capacity for this life to even be - the emptiness that holds, and allows me to come to form, doesn't cease once I am, and whatever mystery that keeps me gathered does not vanish when I'm gone. I am an agreement of infinite things, with nothing promised beyond this moment given. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Just A Moment Watching Clouds

a cloud is real even in the ineffable essence of its drifting, as equal to the reality of the sky that holds it. Yet there's no lasting measure to its presence, air holding no memory of its passing, and the cloud itself soon dispersed of form. So which is greater in reality - a cloud belonging only for a moment in the sky? Or the sky which lends its very spaciousness for the cloud to even be? Perhaps, there is no greater truth, no one thing more real than any other, and this is all just a play of space and form in a trade of even value. My own observation shows me a seamless reality - there is no break from cloud to sky, and more so, I too am included in this whole. In this light I am as temporal as any cloud and as lasting as the sky. I am joined in this play of space and form. This than, is as real to me as anything else that's ever been shown, as real as any other moment experienced, and too I know none of this for certain.

Truthfully, it was just a moment
watching clouds.

~
Peace,
Eric