Another Instant Typing

perhaps it needs no explanation, no theory on how we belong in seamless grace amidst the whole - there's what's happening now, and this simply comes to infinite conclusion spread throughout existence. We are a pattern within greater designs of possibilities, and even this is just temporary stay of energy and thought, once again we're called to surrender beliefs of what we are and cease in personal identity. Of course I've explained nothing, described nothing true at all - this is also only a moment happening, here at my keyboard, typing in belief that I'm the author, and smiling as words appearing and slip away to another instant typing. I have no real ideas about anything - and that tells me all I need to know. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Of Singular Wonder

not even shared, really - as even this implies a slight degree of separation between us. This is seeing from the inclusive view of presence, not a mystical point, but only of one existence with endless possibilities of distinction appearing. To say that we are each aware, and that somehow this awareness holds us apart in individual portions, seems to miss a certain seamless intimacy. That we find ourselves not in a shared existence but just and simply existence alone, a mystery of singular wonder - somehow appearing as together, 

Peace,

Eric 

Is Simply Be

why let go - everything is already immediately surrendered the very moment it appears. Nothing holds the same quality for long, subtle change comes to us all through no effort of our own. It's just nature in due course, constant in giving and receiving to the point that they belong as the same current event - just one thing in shifting patterns of energy and perception. Watch the breath rise and fall through qualities we don't control, a soft touch against lips, a longer play released from what seems a hidden depth. Yet it's all breath, life in various flow, and we see how even this is never the same in what's given, but too is exactly true to what the moment holds. It's what is, right now. This isn't a call for mindfulness of breath, nor an attempt to be present through each moment - it's just a note that life happens on its own, that we're part and of this living, aware, flow, changes will occur, and we have to ever do...is simply be. 

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Peace,

Eric 

For Me

for me, it's gentle unfolding of seeing in a true sense, myself included as equal part of view - and struck by wonder at the seamless grace that's been given. Not every revelation is a thunder-strike of instant mind fall, yet the consequence is just as shattering. Through each insight, every chance seeing of my own belonging - I find myself in new distinctions. This is life in a return nod to any inquiry from my end, a reminder that myself as seer is always included as the whole, and that this awareness doesn't part for things to be -but is simply the fullness of this unfolding. It's all one thing. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Without Me

nowhere a universe without me - and this is not speculation, but an insistence from the world itself that I am simply an aware aspect of the whole. It's a simple matter of a shared existence, that I find myself in a flow of events, objects belonging to my own sense of inclusion, and at no point feeling removed from any of it all. On a night of clear seeing, there is only this continuation, and aware, I carry on to know myself as less, then less, until then there's just the view that holds the stars....yet never once do I cease in this existence. Somehow, it all belongs - my sense of self included. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Without Addition

that I am, without addition - this is my return point, shedding layers of beliefs and narratives to rest without story. Just this, aware, existing in the truest sense of simply being. It's always right here, available even as life seems to add complications - and in this light it's seen that everything belongs, as is, without my need to define the value of its stay. That I am - is life. It's really that simple. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Better Minds

I'll leave it to better minds to argue - but for me there's no debate of my own participation with reality, or more, that there is just one continuous flow of event, not even split to sequence, and no separate objects that truly define themselves as other. It's only paradox when talked about, yet even the words used somehow find their way in spontaneous fashion to be heard, a play of sound within an undisturbed silence. Everything is a demonstration of a unique appearance owing its moment to all of existence, and that nowhere do I find myself separate as an observer, no object apart from view, and no view removed from the bare essence of simply seeing. To this, my own conclusion, and one without the need for me to debate - reality participates through itself, one thing in full effect and cause, and to this I find that I belong as well. It's simple, right now, this one and very moment, there is no world without me. To know anything beyond this - I'll leave to better minds to argue.

Peace,

Eric