Our True Religion

it's that we are, miraculous in odds against our favor, sustained through air and breath in perfect combination - and more, that we are somehow aware, life in recognition to itself, and full of deep appreciation. What more is needed? This alone is our true religion, simply being alive and knowing that our stay is temporary, full of beautiful sorrow, displaying all a life can hold in such a brief span. It's a religion without cause, not serving our beliefs nor demands, but only allowing life to be in all its range of beauty. Nothing more is needed, no story of our origin, no sacrifice, and no faith for something after - it's all here, now, and everything belongs. 

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Peace,

Eric 

But Aware

without single reason but aware - I find myself grateful that I am, able to note life in detail, and that it all occurs without effort of my own. This alone is my awakening, and its basis is simply, only, gratitude. That one single difference, a stray turn in the past, a word left unspoken, or a thousand actions not taken - and my world altered by degrees. Yet to find myself, now, alive and aware that none of this absolutely had to be - this brings me to my knees in awe and a prayerful thank you, thank you, thank you. 

To exist, and be aware - is the prayer we need. 

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Peace (and thank you) 

Eric 

No Matter What Meaning

really, quite literally, I write about one thing only - it's always a seamless reality, yet with distinctions seen as separate objects or events, and our life often cascading between the seeming two. Each word here is readily accepted by the page, the thought that arrived was clear in its belonging. They are distinct in their meaning, but at no point are they ever found apart from the whole. My reference is often a tree, or bird, and how they find their very stretch for the sky is already firmly embraced by by their reach. It's one thing seen in a non-obvious display of more. We find ourselves in nature, again. quite literally - there is no view apart from observation, seeing, and we are instantly the seers, it's all one thing in a seamless fashion of awareness. So even as these words appear they are instant in their belonging - no matter what meaning they're assigned. 

Peace,

Eric

A Certain Grace

there's a certain grace in writing, that I can bare witness to an empty page and participate in the spontaneous appearance of words - and still find myself with a sense of fulfillment for words then left behind. Truthfully, it's simply a matter of arranging what's been given. I have no real notion of what will appear and put faith only in my ability to wait, the same patience of the page, that words come on their own, with nothing to prompt their fall. That there is grace, my waiting paid for in full by a flow of words that come without my concern for what will be told - that too is an appearance of its own. This than, is a certain grace, with words noted of its passing. 

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Peace,

Eric 

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And Then Awe

and then awe - it's seeing the world first, that everything belongs as is, simply for the reason that it's all found in the moment of my viewing. It's the first blush of awareness of my being aware, seeing, and just before a thought to follow. Everything just is, needing no arrangement, laid out by the nature of it's own design. To what follows is the common state of life, added descriptions of my own, a rush of judgement to what's been seen, and then continued to the everyday. Yet - it's never quite the same. That brief glimpse of the ordinary grace that allows this all to be, reality undiluted by my own sense of self-importance, that this world exist without cause or reason known, spontaneous in appearing - I am left in senseless awe that I am, and part of this belonging. 

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Peace,

Eric 

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Our Continued Conversation

our continued conversation - through means other than we commonly know. This breath we take now is valued with molecules once drawn in similar fashion from long ago, shared even by Michelangelo while carving David, ancient farmers at world in fields, and further still by life forms no longer in this world. Too, we are just rearranged atoms, the same once belonging to Jesus, and will again belong to someone not yet born, and continuing through the ages. What secrets have been carried? Whispered through our bones? Yet even more, these secrets have been lifted from the stars, we are made from galaxies filtered to our form, we are now - just continuations of the heavens. There is reason for awe, that all is so, and that it's known, and it belong as our existence. We are a continuing conversation of the cosmos - right now, simply being. 

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Peace,

Eric 

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Our True Ecology

our true ecology - that we meet within the reach we each offer, a stretch always towards, even if there's no end pursuit. In this sense we are without individual goal, my own comfort found within care of your concerns, and too you open to my needs. It's here, this found together, that a world is formed, our belief of separation dismissed in this unexpected meeting - and it's always been as such, at no point alone or apart from this extended touch. We always belong with, to, each other, and truly so as there is nowhere that isn't shared between us. 

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Love,

Eric