Without Regard

It's simply about belonging, recognizing that whatever is found now, belongs without bias from the moment. Nothing is excluded. This is reality, that life flows without regard for our concerns or comfort - yet within this flow too we are accepted just as we are, indeed, we are life in full exposure of every detail through beauty and fault. It takes no effort to be. Relaxing as we are, belonging, life goes on. It's that simple. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Transformed

transformed from the ordinary to the ordinary still - only now I find myself included, belonging to and as the whole. Nothing has changed, the world exist exactly as always, and I too am no different than before. Yet truly a transformation has occurred, a shift to seeing things in full, complete, and seamless in reach - one thing in a continuous becoming of itself in distinct form and empty hold. It's in this seeing that I find myself transformed. Once seen as standing alone, separate from all others, independent from the rest of the world. Now, I simply see that this isn't so - there is no world apart from me, others are joined to my own humanity in a way that's deeper than just form, and I stand on earth that supports me as its own, and beneath a sky that holds me unbiased in its devotion. Transformed - and now I know that I belong. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Both Sky and Star

I find myself too no less than the sky, holding unique in constellation every cell and particle that defines a personal sense of who I am, as well as the capacity that serves to hold. This is simply a match to my surroundings, a deep belonging to the greater whole. It's a dramatic way of seeing patterns within patterns, life in continuous play of shifting energy, and no place that doesn't somehow include me as well in this expansion. In this shift of self there is at once my vulnerable sense of being alone within the world, as well as the very embrace brought to comfort, the sky in complete offering of itself to every star - as life, I am no less than what I am, and this includes both sky and stars. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Empty Patience

not knowing what words will appear - but certain of the page, patience found in emptiness, that it remains fully itself regardless of content, always willing to hold what's been received, or stay unmarked by my demands. My role is to simply match myself with the page, a recognition of my own acceptance and empty patience. And as these words appear, spontaneous, and somehow found with meaning - I write with deep appreciation for the grace of all that's given. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Here's The Self

here's the self - and note the absence of a permanent structure, that what I find is a fluid sense of affairs, shifting in response to what the world now offers. To deny either aspect of what's found, my identity of personal history and present desire, as well as a greater capacity that seems to hold this sense of self in an empty, allowing, embrace - to deny this is to limit my reality. I am self and selfless, and more it's a seamless trade at once, with neither being a true demand of time or effort. It's just a natural flow of expression, one thing in subtle exchange of energetic form. Every aspect belongs. No part is denied. I am, fully, what I am. 

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Peace,

Eric 

The World is Here

it's how the world comes to me, seamless to my morning rise, empty of all but the potential of what will be and how my day will interact with each new moment of arrival. Nothing is promised, not a continuation from yesterday's events, nor the brightness of future days. I am given just now, and for me, it's morning and fresh and a taste of coffee to ease me to these words - everything spontaneous from first impulse, action, and completion. The world is here. 

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Peace,

Eric 

My Truest Reality

to be sure - and for things to meet this caution, any speculation of my own consciousness, my reach of will, and sense of what is true past any moment, there is so little I know as certain. Right now, my senses lie to me, my sight and hearing lag in their delivery, literally past scenes and sounds received as current information. It's the nature of light and waves of vibrations. Perhaps my surest sense is touch, but only if left without a story, a caress given solely, purely to the experience found at hand. My truest reality it seems, is always uncertain. Yet, this too leads to peace - a comfort of free-fall, knowing the shock of any landing belongs to the impact of arrival. Until then there's just the fall. And my sense of ground is always changing, never certain. So what I know is a changing moment, shifting even as I grasp for insight, once more left in the empty hold of constant motion. What I know is already gone. This free-fall just continues....

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Peace,

Eric