In The Immediacy Of Seeing

Immediate - there is no delay in this space of recognition. From our view outwards its simply returned towards the source. Here - in boundless wonder, simply explore, all things are still found and yet no lines are drawn to form the worlds distinctions. We are seeing things from the timelessness of our existence, experiencing life while still anchored in the stillness of reality, expressing the very humanness of thought, desire and emotion in the intimate space of our capacity to allow without condemnation. From here, in the immediacy of seeing - we join the mystery. Fully.

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In our immediate wonder - each step is certain only of its mystery.

Peace,

Eric

On Letting Go

On letting go - and again we seek to cling. Our realization is found between the two. It's all in perfect order, the nature of the mind to split the world into distinctions, and the seamless reality of our one true existence. The mystery is not the disappearance of what was once held and now given to its time of passing - but the appearance of things at all. Nature demands a letting go. Our suffering is a direct measure of the length of holding on. To embrace this is to cherish the unknown of arrivals, the mystery of appearance, and the given of departure. On letting go - we find our own spacious nature,

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Distance presents each runner - the immediate step of letting go.

Peace,

Eric

First By Sight

Returned first by sight -our gaze at last directed to the spaciousness of its origin. Here, we find the mystery, the unfolding of the world, presence, and yet a trace of self cannot be found. In our return we leave our solid claim to form behind. Truly we are selfless, and more we are the very source that holds the world. There are two views - outward, things appearing in separate form, and the view returned to its original home. In wholeness - we know there is no line between the two.

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It appears we run through distance - yet its our own spacious nature that unfolds. It's a simple shift, trace the step back from earth, to stride and further still to the grace of its descent. There are no lines found. It's a singular existence. This one step has led us home.

Peace,

Eric

Of Every Measure And Compare

Distance spreads from our arrival. We are the cause of every measure and compare - our true nature is stillness and given to the world as a template for form and motion. This is the pleasure and pain of duality and the only reason things appear. It's life. In our truth - nothing moves except desire. And this the spark that sets the world in motion.

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Things are only measured and compared in thought. Beyond this - we find completion.

Peace,

Eric

Always Here

Always here - and the illusion is that we stray in thought from present moment. There is nowhere else to ever be. Our presence is not found solely as form nor exclusively as formlessness - but as the capacity that allows all things to be and again pass to pure awareness. As an instant is never separate from eternity - we too exist as a moment, and more we are the spread of all existence. We are always - here.

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We don't search for ourselves through distance - but allow thoughts and steps to show us who we are.

Peace,

Eric

Temporary Pleasures In The Endlessness Of Asking

This mystery - and yet unfolding as no less than who we are. It's a question with infinite answers and each is seen as but an aspect of our own self. Who we are is dependent on the view at the time of asking - each time we ask is again a turn towards the source. Only questions matter, only the mystery is true - our answers serve as temporary pleasures in the endlessness of asking.

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Each step is a question asked against the earth - who am I? And the answer is given in the continuation seen as distance.

Peace,

Eric

In The Spaciousness Of Being

And this too - our meditation of inclusion to what is witnessed from the source. In the spaciousness of being all things are seen in the light of a continuous existence. Nothing apart. Our view it traced backwards - here, is our absence, an alive emptiness of infinite compassion in its allowance to let things be and cherish them in their passage. This too - these words a mantra of letting go. Our meditation is simply a reminder, a shift again to original source. From here - nothing is held save the view of who we truly are.

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Running is like this - a letting go of steps to become the stride and meet the earth in grace and ease, the breath taken in from sky and given again as single air. We recognize one existence with many aspects to its Being. Running is simply presence that lends itself to the illusion of motion. From the source, in stillness, we pretend that we too are passing through. In truth we've never moved at all. We're continuously letting go.

Peace,

Eric