Springtime in The Age of This New Pandemic

not through, but with, and indeed, as the body too - our joy is complete, it's not an emotion simply and only experienced in thought and function of a laugh or smile. Every cell dances to a joyous moment. It's springtime in the age of this new pandemic, these days hold sorrow, fear, and the dread of unknown comings. These's no escaping that. There's no need to try. In a reality of full acceptance, that what is now, will not, cannot, be another way until another moment - we face it all with the courage of our own spacious nature. We match reality. In this light we see how it's all expressed in seamless grace - how fear comes to allow kindness, sorrow finds a compassionate embrace, and uncertainty seen as capacity for what may someday be. This too, the same as joy, is allowed fully with the body, recognizing it all as how this moment, and all it holds is expressed. It's our relief and release. It's springtime, the world is greening, blooming as a new response - the world holds many things, and joy is found throughout. There's no need to search for it. In a reality of seamless grace - everything comes to you. 

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Peace,

Eric 

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Just This

coming from this openness, from this essential space that allows for the gathering of all that makes us in consideration of a self - the inquiry is simply noting what appears. From thought and emotions that follow, our bodies, and then the world - we see it all belongs, through no effort of our own to make their appearance so. They just are. So this too includes our own sense of being, that we too are somehow an appearance of and as the whole. All belonging, all occurring without consent from some higher commend. Just here. Just belonging. Our inquiry ends than, with just this - nothing exist that doesn't belong. We are. 

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Peace,

Eric 

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Constant Engagement

it's a constant engagement - with each moment we are open to the world with all it brings to our attention, to even levels beyond perception, a mingling of aspects of the whole. There is nothing that we're not part of - to simply breathe is to co-conspire with air, a whisper gives cause to a continued vibration, and to acknowledge another is to welcome them as our own in reflection. We don't ever withdraw from the world. To see this, we return the view to source, tracing the line of sight directly back to its beginning - there's two discoveries here, the absent of a viewer, an engaged space, open, allowing, and aware. Further, we discover the world exactly as it is, without need of our manipulation, everything occurring in the grace of its own fashion. We are the space to engage with our own being. It all happens on its own, 

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Peace,

Eric 

True Intimacy

and now, through what seems like distance - we rediscover the true intimacy between us, that we are a shared existence, one thing displayed in various form. Our breath is drawn through single air, life pulled from one source, released in benefit for our continuation. We are bathed in light by the same sun, earth given beneath us, connecting, sustaining. None of this can be divided as to more for some and less to others - we are entwined in planetary form, earth beings just the same. More so, we are of the same material, particles gathered to a temporary stay. And through this all we are the allowing space for its unfolding - we are the very distance we seem to offer to another, an aware capacity for others to be. Our true intimacy than, is simply this - space, offering itself fully, for appearance of another. 

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Peace,

Eric

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This Simplicity of Simplest Design

this beingness - that which allows a sense of self to arise, our original template of existence, innocent of all belief and meaning. It just is. So this how we find ourselves, whatever truest self we are, this simplicity of simplest design - with no effort needed, what arises, is, at least for its length of stay, what passes, isn't, being is what remains. There is no escaping what we are, and this moment is the key to our awakening - we are, right now, being. It's the easiest thing in the world. 

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Peace,

Eric 

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Perhaps A Bit of Grace

this is how it seems, for right now, and these words simply left to note the expression of this moment - nothing more. The only truth in art, in any word left behind, is captured briefly in creation, and then the hope of something, perhaps a bit of grace, carried through in later observation. Everything I write is fiction, really, a retelling of the spontaneous reception of what first inspired. My role is patience, remembering, and arranging thoughts in artful decoration. Any insight that lingers is not for me to say as true, to claim as my own, or try to give away. How things seem, how they appear - is a temporary truth for myself alone. 

And then these words 

are left behind. 

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Peace,

Eric 

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In Endless Bloom

to transcend - as if it's possible that one thing could be other than its own existence. Everything is potential. Nothing is more than exactly what it is now, this very moment. A seed becomes different in it's bloom - yet remains, in essence, what it's always been. We do not transcend our humanness, there is no point where we suddenly, or gradually, abandon what we are now for the sake of a new becoming. We are. It's that simple. Yet in this rediscovery of being what are, we find ourselves as seeds in endless bloom, changing in form, thought, beliefs and structure of identity - but always remain so fully human, fragile, enduring. We do not transcend this, we embrace ourselves as the moment finds us - knowing our potential is endless in its bloom. 

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Peace,

Eric 

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