The Pace of Nature

it's in this acceptance, not through our effort - but seen in the way sunlight parts the night to dawn, a flower buds to a coming bloom, and we ourselves simply find another day of new becoming. This is the motion of the world, of life in its constant offering of subtle change, of how our view is always open to the shift of another moment's scenery. Acceptance happens entirely on it's, and even our resistance to this is immediate in its calm embrace. It's the pace of nature. To recognize this - is to awaken. 

And even that happens on its own.

Our only role is to simply, only, be as we are -

fully accepted in this very

moment. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

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In A Time of New Display

just a bit more so than yesterday, a hint where there was none of note before - our sense of green grows within the coming season. Everything is about to offer itself in new shades of wonder, a deepening sense of life given to bloom. We had a winter to prepare, seemingly dormant ground resting for this time to come. Yet a season itself is never a separate thing, never static, there is always life in its motion of becoming. So spring, than, this sense of green  we're now offered - is the grace of parting winter, one thing in time of a new display. We too are in this motion, life, and it's our season to become. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

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Without True Name

without true name - we are that which remains unspoken, only recognized as an unique aspect of the whole, momentary in our appearance. A name is given in an attempt to solidify an event, that something is labeled so it can be held in time, defying the motion of its existence. Yet nothing named is ever static, it's never simply the thing of its description - in this sense we see that a tree is always offering itself as an activity, it's a reach of spreading root and branches, an absorption of light and giving energy, a bridge to earth and sky, and so much more remains as mystery. To see a tree and not glimpse just a hint of its entirety is not really seeing at all. It's a dismissal of truth and grace for the convenience of a label. We are not so different from a tree, we are essence without true name, an offering of many things at once - and always, so much more too remains as mystery. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

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The Infinite Through The Small

it's to rediscover the infinite through the small - a breath, steps, or merest glance. How one breath draws the same air that holds the world, and all of distance gathers to a single step. It's seeing from the single point of where we are - and how everything expands from here. We find that even the smallest detail is touched by largeness, a flower extended by earth and received by the entirety of sky, one small thing in gesture belonging to it all. This is all just a matter of attention, to note the singular touch of one thing against the whole - it's being aware, awake, discovering once, and time again through our forgetfulness, that nothing is really small. It's always, only, just one thing. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

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As Seamless as The Flower Too

a seamless desire, life in every aspect simply giving fully of itself - it's an effortless pull to be. From a seed's patient rush to flower, to then a petal's reach of air - nature offers a tapestry for existence. Through this display we find our own belonging. At no point do we break from this pattern, we are as seamless as the flower too. Our roots are unseen, yet deep to earth, and we are touched by the same air that's offered for the flowers bloom. Desire is really, only, one thing aching for the fullness of its expression. Our life then - is but our time to flower. It's a seamless desire. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

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A Blade of Grass Equals The Entire View

it's seen as just one thing - and yet even a blade of grass belongs to a field, and smaller still a galaxy of cells to make this blades appearance. There is no one, single thing, and of course there is only, always, one existence. No object is ever separate from the emptiness that allows for it to be - and this space is found infinite in its inclusion. To examine a blade of grass without considering the universe of its reach, the touch of sun, and spread of roots - both meeting at this single stem of green, this too must include our own observation. We are a shared witness to the world. Now, we really do see just one thing, in every unique facet and detail, the blade of grass equals the entire view as well as worlds unseen. We see it all as our belonging. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

The Wilds

we too are the wilds, our own display of nature, a savanna spread for life to thrive and linger - from shared breath between our lungs and forest, just one air between us, and so we come to know this deep connection. We belong within the world, our own body an ecosystem of flourishing microbes, an equal dependence of being. There is no point of separation from this unseen life to the larger role of sun and stars. It's a full display of seamless nature. It's what we are, the wildlife of simply being, belonging as the whole. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

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