Seeing, Forgetting, Yet Always Seeing

We may forget - yet seeing continues. Even what appears to be lost to a moments passing is held within our endless capacity as awareness. Everything is seen as is and commentary added only later. Seeing is the art of being who we truly are, it's relaxing mind to its own function of thought, and living in the undercurrents of existence. It's knowing what's real. To this regard, we are not bound to any moment save our own timeless nature. Seeing who we are is constant, forgetting is simply an occurrence within this all pervading awareness.

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Running distance is divided within the mind to pleasant times and the ache of given effort. Yet distance itself remains the same, undivided and full of its open promise to continue. Everything is valid in the moment of experience. But our truth always stays as distance.

Peace,

Eric 

Single Eye

the infinite - in two sides of our vision. Yet seen in the

single eye of existence.

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If we look, we find the infinite is not just a stretch of outward vision that carries to the heavens, but our own spaciousness that originates at the source of vision. This is the single eye of reality that allows the world to unfold in its own mysterious journey. For us - running is the ultimate view of self revelation. We are witness to our own becoming.

Peace,

Eric

Become Again

Vanished, and in the absence of thoughts once held as

separation - we become again in the

details of the world.

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No step is separate from the distance that it strives for.

Peace,

Eric

True Touch Of Our Existence

False borders - as if a line is drawn between our fingers and the world and the touch we know isn't infinite in its expansion. Even walls are embraced by the very space of their divide. This is the true touch of our existence - things appear in their distinction, yet nothing is ever stranded from the whole. There is always our connection.

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No step takes us farther into distance - our center always holds.

Peace,

Eric

Witness To Its Own Creation

Just see - everything else is only a story, however beautifully it may be told. Our truth is always in the clarity of the given moment, unfolding to its own accord, without commentary, and absent of agenda. In this - the world is seen  as a continuous becoming, source witness to its own creation. We find ourselves once more in Eden.

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Imagine, distance no more than space waiting for our forms arrival - and then continued in its own expansion. As far as stories go - who knows? This one is as good as any. Yet some things we can see without the writ of fiction. To see true, simply direct attention to the source that holds the view. Explore what's there, more importantly, discover what isn't there. Then draw your own conclusions.

Peace,

Eric 



Our Original Headless Space (And How To See Again)

Here's what we see - of our own spacious awareness comes a stretch of form we know as earth and continued on to infinite possibilities of life, and sky, and distant stars. There is no break in this awareness, no line drawn from the source to what is viewed. We see one thing, varied in appearance, a mystery known only as existence. Yet what we see is believed in labels, items listed as their own accord, and objects found in separate worlds. We are split by what is seen and the beliefs that come later to the mind. This is the duality of the senses, a miracle of one thing in sight of itself, the  sound of our existence now heard in endless notes, one touch able to feel its own caress. It's all so perfect in its mystery of design. To see again, to cast away beliefs of our divide, is not to lose this mystery, but too add again our innocence of what is, seeing from our original headless space, and knowing all as source.

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To see, and run, from original innocence is a simple return to the direction of our gaze and step - from where the view emerges, to the unseen impulse giving rise to motion. It's running without belief that there is a separate thing we call a runner. It's seeing - without division from the seen.

Peace,

Eric

A Grace Of Headless Wonder

Away from source - our view is held in sharp contrast to its origins. Outwards, we find a world adrift in thought filled meaning and a purpose we assign. Yet is seems we lose the mystery of original sight. Traced to source, a lineless field of vision, there comes no-thing from which it all began, a grace of headless wonder. And in our disappearance - the mystery of the view unfolds.

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Each run is newly discovered ground, a fresh sight yet to tell its story, and a mystery eager to unfold. Yet it takes a runner reborn to every step to find this wonder. Running from the source brings us to a new event each moment - we find ourselves merged as scenery and seer, seamless in our flow of motion. It takes no practice, a simply twist of attention towards the place from which we hold our vision. Look in innocence, playful, curious to what may be there to find. There won't be a runner- yet from here, every step and mile is born.

Peace,

Eric