Through Grace and Mystery

to be grateful in this time, and not just for possessions owned, my safety and good health, nor the well being of those I love  - but simply for this life I've been given. It's that we exist without known cause or reason, and find ourselves aware of our unique position. This is the open, spontaneous gratitude of just being, and is seen in its inclusion to hold all things, people, and events that may happen. It's beyond likes and dissatisfaction, there's no bias as to what belongs in its embrace - I am grateful for this moment, to be alive, and to live through grace and mystery. 

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Peace,

Eric 

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A Certain Romance

why write anything at all? 

And for me, there is no reason, no message, nor anything other than an artful decoration of the space preceding and then after each word. There is no hope for meaning. Yet there is something that these words convey and the emptiness of the page carry - a certain romance of form to rising within the template of nothingness itself, marks left to show some passage, and always a return to nothing again. Art isn't meant to last. It's always an intangible caress of impermanence against some version of itself and then left to its return. Writing, for me, is this temporary fulfillment without need for more - impermanence is ever present even in the midst words. 

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Peace,

Eric 

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Reinvention of Self (from No-self)

it's the reinvention of self - from this moment to each that follows after,  an idea remembered through the clean slate of now. To this we could say that what we truly are is fluid, existence itself, being capable of shifting to form and new ideas of self from the abiding capacity of presence. Our identity is always appearing through this original clear space - a collection of beliefs given traction by continued recollection. Yet without belief, or not remembered, what then would appear? The self is fiction - but truly told. It's offered real to the world and in this way we navigate reality through each point we find ourselves living. But we can hold this image lightly, knowing too that we are the infinite backdrop that holds it in existence. We are the back and forth of self to no-self, fluid, clear, and welcoming. 

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Peace,

Eric 

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This All Embracing All (A Call to Weird)

these are not normal times, indeed, they're troubling in ways the majority of us have never been confronted with - and yet, in reality, there's been no real normal, no time without suffering present but pushed to shadows and ignored. We've glossed over impending disaster from the small of life disrupted by personal loss, to the large of climate change and now pandemic. It's easier to glide through life without this focus and natural to simply allow the days to unfold without added complications. Life is so often difficult and there's no need to bring attention to every detail that may happen. And that's not what this is about -

there are no normal times. Ever. There are just moments strung together that we're used to. Reality itself is strange, a mystery not reveling its every secret. And that's our hope and good fortune. We don't need normal. It's nice to rest in its temporary comfort but even this is an illusion of a lasting time. Here's the key - we, right now, are an embrace of already occurring, constant, chaos. We are the very thing we fear. We are change, disorder, a storm of thought and form gathered through an empty field. It's what we already are at present, and there's no need to be scared of our true self. Yet even fear is simply a factor of this great belong, another aspect of the storm. It's all embraced -without effort or concern by what we are. 

so here it is - a sirens call to weird. Be what you are. In this all inclusive embrace, our reality, we see that compassion is the element that allows it all to be. To find our true self in any time of chaos or peace is to simply look at what's allowed by virtue of its presence. If it's here - it belong for whatever length of stay its been given. We've embrace -already, instantly, infinitely through our compassion. And it happened entirely on it's own. Don't strive for normal, it was always, only an illusion seen through time. We have this moment, for however long it will last - normal or not, it's just what is. Our only role is to be exactly what we are. This all embracing all. 

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Peace,

Eric 

We Suffer

I don't know why we suffer, I'm not sure if there's wisdom learned by some design, or if life is random in all that happens. The truth is that it's all speculation and even our wisest only surmise in the explanations that they offer. And so for me, there is no question as to why - there's suffering because there's life, it's a seamless occurrence that accompanies all of which we cherish. There are those who me tell of ways beyond this suffering, transcending ego and the ways of my attachment. Yet for me it seems my path is different, that suffering belongs to the whole of this existence, a means to arrive at the tenderness of living. I have no wish to suffer, nor desire to reach beyond it - my only role is to accept what's found within each moment, to come to terms with my own demands for things to be other...to simply be. I am alive, and all things may happen. For me, this is life in all its wisdom. 

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Peace,

Eric 

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Infinite Reach of Existence

and then we come to our own revelation - that we are shown as literally nothing more than capacity for this all to be, and too, and at once, we find ourselves as every detail of the world. This is the clarity of seeing, to simply look at the seamless touch of nature. To view a tree is to observe an infinite reach of existence - that each root connects through earth and continues in a stretch of forest and every blade of grass above, and that its branches receive and give to every bit of sky. It's endless. More so, we are not removed from any of this - the same seamless grace continues in display as the observer. We are a shared reality of tree and self, existence shown as separate points, yet always, only, one. If we look for the end point of any object, ourselves included, we only come to its formless continuation until form again appears. If we look - we are revealed as such. 

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Peace,

Eric 

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All Mystery

it's all mystery, with a small, parting grace that allows for understanding - through infinite expanse there is still this fine point of our own unique expression, an aspect of the whole that somehow has found itself aware. There is no apparent cause, and no given reason for any of this to be so -it simply is, and perhaps the even larger grace in all of this, is found in our own belonging. 

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Peace,

Eric 

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