Joy

Joy:

so, I guess the difference now is that I no longer consider the things I do a means of achievement, that there is an end goal in place for me to reach one day reach. What I do - is for the pleasure that it brings.I sit in meditation for the simple joy of greeting each moment as it is, no wish to manipulate circumstances to find a deeper state of mind, but to welcome, and with this there comes a certain sense of peace that's been present all along - everything is already, immediately accepted to my world. 

through quiet moments...I watch things come and go. 

inquiry is a natural expression, spontaneous, and not done with a purpose to find my place within the world - this is revealed by simply looking, and with this I'm given all that's viewed in which to explore. I see my place clearly, that I belong truly within the world, aware that I'm a cherished aspect of the whole. It's laid plain within the view, this belonging, seamless, with nothing far to search for. 

my inquiry is seeing. 

it's all so easy, joyful, without the frantic energy of any seeking - everything I need is here, I'm aware, awake to the extent needed to know, and deeply appreciate this present moment. Anything more will be received as a gift. 

meditation brings me joy, so I sit. Inquiry happens on its own, quite naturally - so I give myself its moment to explore. That's all. My life is of great interest to me, I'm curious to see how each next instant will unfold. There are no practice moments. This is it. 

allow the things that bring you joy. 

~

Peace, Eric 

A Personal World

A personal world: 

to reclaim a personal world, the Heart Sutra drawn to its natural conclusion - that emptiness holds the world as its fulfillment, one thing in a trade of space for infinite variety and beauty. It's all personal, for indeed we find ourselves here, with no discerning reason other than the joy to be. This is our world, somehow from emptiness and now it all belongs, ours, and we are held by the very spaciousness that gave us our beginning. 

emptiness serves, it's the alchemy of becoming and the start of all we know - there is nothing that appears right now that doesn't belong, and this includes our own sense of a personal world, intimate, that it all unfolds from our very fingertips for this touch alone. We seem to lose this intimacy in so many ways, through the false belief of a distant god that gave the world its creation, to the infatuation of emptiness as our own beginning. It's easy to lose sight of what's truly present. 

this, right now, and all that's here - is ours, and more so, it's completely what we are. If there is a god, there is no distance between us. Emptiness is always present, formlessness to form, personal, and now reclaimed as our own fulfillment. Everything that's present belongs for whatever reason it does, only mystery holds the answer. What's reclaimed is all of this, that we are deep in this belonging, given form and a self to truly now this world. Nothing has to change for this to be, no realization brings us any closer to the reality of this present moment. 

it's a personal world...cherish it. 

~

Peace, Eric 

Of Being Someone

Of being someone:

it's is the joy of being someone, of belonging to the world without a wish to be anything other than I am right now. This is the true magic of seeing - that I disappear within the fabric of the whole and yet still exist as an individual expression, a thread somehow found aware. 

what I am belongs without need for things to be otherwise, nothing dropped nor gained, no loss of self in a belief that I could be anything more than what I am right now. Seeing demonstrates that everything belongs just as it is, that I am included as a self appearance within a vast and varied world. 

this isn't overlooked, I don't lose myself to emptiness but gain a view that includes me with the world, seamless, and all without misplacement. Everything is exactly where it belongs, as it is now, without need of my arrangement. I exist within the world, an aspect of the whole, and aware of this unique position - that emptiness and its fulfillment belong at once, truly one thing in promise and hold, capacity and endless giving. Nothing is denied to this view, a sense of self belongs, without claim, and full of wonder at its place within it all.

it's the joy of being someone, aware of my temporary nature, yet assured that something too is endless, continuing in some long expression of life through every change. To know my essentialness, myself as capacity, as well as something fragile in its hold - there's such tenderness to this beauty, honest in its acceptance. 

this, right here...is exactly where I belong. 

~

Peace, Eric 

Something

Something:

something always comes to me, words appear, writing happens - it's not about patience really, there's no waiting, only a pause before ideas arrive and arrange themselves into some manner of a phrase. Writing is effortless, easy in the sense that I never have to search for ideas. Everything is present - or it isn't. I have faith in the mystery of it all. 

something always happens. 

writing is life, an aspect of the same seamless activity that brings each season, cause a flower to bloom, and the morning to fill with birdsong. It's all the same energy in varied form. I know that I'm not removed from this in anyway, none of us are, nor can we ever be. Writing happens, when season and cause give notice - words appear, I write, and life continues. 

effortless, seamless. 

it's life.

why I write is never questioned, nor do I wonder of theme, subject, or words to choose - this is just my momentary expression, for whatever reason how my morning now unfolds. It's something that happens, like every other part of life. I would no more question this than I would sunrise or the morning birdsong's - it's all a gift, without reason other than a wish to give. Life continuously accepts itself, every aspect without question. I an included in this order, accepted without condition, given all I need to fully belong. I write because I simply do. 

it's just what happens. 

~

Peace, Eric 

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An Idea

An idea: 

it's an idea, a concept of self, and one that's gained importance - much of my life was spent in the belief that I was a narrow band of information, opinions gathered from teachers, friends and parents, and my own misplaced point of view. I believed myself an idea, something entirely fleeting that became a habit by recall. The truth is - I mostly don't know what I really am, it's too vast to be told, larger than any concept, a mystery even to myself. 

I simply...am.

to view a flower is to see a concept, a collection of every flower seen before quickly compared and given contrast. It's the idea of a flower that's mostly seen. But not at first - the first glance is always the whole story, that moment just before a point of view is formed, without label, as if this was the only flower in the world. A flower tells its own story at first glance, that it exists without my prior history, original even in repeated views. 

a flower...simply is. 

an idea always comes later, after anything is first noted - I existed before any opinion of myself, independent of belief and point of view, free of any concepts. I still do. Everyone does. My first glance tells me of your existence, of your mystery, and all without story. I know you more deeply, see a greater truth, with every first glance given. As if you were the only person in the world. 

the way to see the world is from first glance - remembered. 

~

Peace, Eric 

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Continuous Surprise

A continuous surprise:

it's not like I need to write anything at all, without a true message to share, but still a wish to see what words might find themselves to the page, spontaneous in their arrival. This is all a guessing game, waiting, a rush of words that come unbidden, and the curiosity to see what final word appears.

this isn't my challenge, writing, nor any search for meaning - it's simply allowing words to find me in a receptive mood, open to their expression, and the willingness to commit them to the page. If I were a painter I would be in awe of every brushstroke, that an image waits unseen in its appearance, revealing hints with every dab of paint and movement of the brush. 

life itself is a continue surprise. 

everyday starts in similar manner as the page, there's no real idea of what may appear, of how it all will unfold. Nothing is truly promised. This morning I'm an artist, waking to the unknown, prepping to share myself in some creative endeavor. There doesn't have to be a grand expression, no true message, each object, every person and idea that appears will be a surprise, gifted from some grace, and received as such. There's curiosity as to what this day will bring, included too is my response, that I have no idea of the art that will be made, of the drama that might be told, or the poetry expressed. 

today is a surprise, spontaneous through every way. There's a wish to see what finds me, words that will make themselves to the page,ideas, people who come to share just a moment or two, a brief exchange of smiles and energy. We all give to each other in some unique way. It's all welcomed, the art of our world, however it wishes to unfold. 

it's all a continuous surprise. 

~

Peace, Eric 

Happening

Happening:

life is happening, always now and constant - this seems so obvious, but in in fact it's often overlooked from our everyday perspective. It seems that life is something we join with, participate in, and get to choose our favorite activities, people, moods, and challenges. We believe ourselves slightly removed from life as something special, set apart by our control and navigational skills of living. 

yet all there is...is life. 

we are thick in the midst of it, without true control, and it only seems we get to choose what happens. What we have is our response, an artful means of arranging our perspective to the spontaneous flow of life. There is only what is happening each moment, now, and we are not witness too it but fully belong to its display. 

we are life - happening. 

this isn't always lost to us, there are times we find ourselves so immersed in certain participation that we forget all but this belonging. We remember it as something special, a moment of true meditation, a deeper touch of life than the moment found before. Yet it's no more real than any other moment, no more special than the infinite opportunities we're given to be noticed. Life is nothing if not full of miracles, a synchronicity of events to astounding to fully comprehend. 

any moment could prove to be a true meditation. 

so, this is simply a call to remember - life is happening, always now, and constant. We are life, and every bit a part of this great event.  

and just as astounding. 

~

Peace, Eric