The Easiness of Being Alive

I exist - and yet not apart from any other aspect of existence. My claim of self is inclusive to as the whole, as well as this personal thought of myself alone. It all belongs. Existence isn't broken into parts, no more so than a tree is separate from its reach to sky - it's all one thing in distinctive points of understanding. Of course this is from my own seeing, there's no insistence of this as true beyond my viewing. But yes, I find myself immersed in a continuous flow of thoughts, sensations, and world, a sense of self that belongs as fully to this as the tree does to sky. It's not an inquiry into the nature of existence - it's the simplicity of letting go of all but what holds right now. It's the easiness of being alive. 

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Peace,

Eric 

In Praise of The Mundane Life

this mundane life - it's this easy occurrence of daily affairs, no concern given to infinite events in a seamless play of living. Just as this breath now taken has touched other worlds, we are literally breathing another, air that once sustained a life not our own. Yet it's only a breath. Our bodies our gathered in and by mystery - molecules that have no reason to obey boundaries of a person, but somehow we gain an appearance of what seems a separate self. We are at once infinite things. Even more is how it all continues in an intricate display of one thing seen as many, a conspiracy of the senses to lead us in the belief of a divided world. Nothing is exactly as it seems. This mundane life is full of complexities, and yet the true miracle is how simple just being really is, that through all that could deny us existence - we are. Somehow. And nothing is required for us to be. In this - I praise the mundane life. 

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Peace,

Eric 

We Are The World Worth Exploring

that it's always here, immediate, constant in view and even more in it's intimacy against us - yet even these words imply a subtle sense of apart from this. We are life, happening as itself. There is no separate science of being or existence. These are all terms for what is now, and always, occurring - we are physics, chemistry, observed as light through a personal astronomy. We are the world worth exploring, momentary maps of our own existence, and always still a mystery left uncharted. Our inquiry is this - simply look and see this self as world.

Nothing more is needed. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Nothing is Apart From Any Other Thing

not even from the page - that nothing is apart from this subtle stream of inspiration, one thing in a constant welcome to itself in wild and varied forms. These words are sudden in appearance and find the page through means of thought, then fingers, and instantly fill the space of their belonging. The same is seen with the reach of every tree, flower, and blade of grass - the assumption of sky that all belong. Emptiness serves for the becoming of the world. 

In this I view myself as not inspired, but as much inspiration as words themselves, I am delivered to the page as words, and too match it's emptiness through my own capacity to serve and hold. That it is all motion, finding myself in that same subtle stream, inspiration for my own appearance as well as what fills the capacity I offer - truly than, nothing is apart from any other thing. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Open Ended

open ended - and through this what conclusion could I possibly draw? That from here, my view extends to hold the world, without limit or selection to what appears. I have no say in any of this, nothing can be excluded if it's shown to be. For me, this speaks of my own allowing nature, with room for either preference or my own denial. If it appears - it belongs to me. That I am open ended is self-evident, my capacity being endless in every sense - finding worlds as distant as the stars, and sounds carried from varied sources. Nothing is beyond this great belonging. So, my conclusion is only one of awe, everything I see, hear, and feel - belongs. 

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Peace,

Eric 

All We Really Ever Do

to let the moment be enough, as if it hold anything more until the next instant comes to be. Seeing this is to recognize our own open nature, that right now is all that can ever be, even as we're in the midst of everything changing. This does not preclude our participation for things to be other, indeed we are the very action of the moment, simply being present adds to what will eventually be. Yet nothing can be forced, adding will is simply an illusion of control to what is now, and always, in motion. It's to this that we surrender, although even that act is not of our accord but spontaneous in its happening. All we really ever do - is be. 

And so the world continues. 

Through Grace and Mystery

even my best plans are spontaneous in first appearance, inspiration gifted through grace and mystery. I have no true idea from where these words originate, nor why there came an urge to write them - I too, it seems, act in accordance with this same grace and mystery. To lay claim to any of this would be a grand assumption of my own self importance. So, it's my surrender, a release of an imagined responsibility for things to be in anyway - I am no author, no poet of words that are so freely given to the page. I am simply the process, an event within an event, continued without outcome, spontaneous through it all. 

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Peace,

Eric