The Far End Of Light

At the far end of light - we gather as the form of its existence. Brilliant in our way. As such, we illuminate the path of our own self-exploration. To know that we are the end result of a stars travel, an extension of even the farthest sun - indeed, there is no doubt of our brilliance. 

Peace,

Eric

Temporal Things

ourselves timeless, still, and without waiver - yet

serving as the capacity for temporal

things to wander

We are presence for the world in passing. 

~

Peace,

Eric

From Our Self To Ourselves

at the near end of our gaze - only presence found, and turned now to view the world, we find ourselves as well. There is no point where one becomes the other, presence serves as the capacity for our personal distinction, as well as the world, and stars, and galaxies to be. Presence is empty of details so varied forms in every guise of wonder may appear. It's an offer of love - from our Self to ourselves. 

Peace,

Eric 

Within, But Not Within

Within, but not within - our location isn't found in the obvious conclusion of the flesh. There is no part of the body that contains us, and even the body whole is not large enough to hold the truth of who we are. From where we look, our bodies, and by extension the world, are held within our very presence. We are not found within body or world - but the body of the world if found within us. Simply look, this truth is plain to see. 

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and knowing that even the greatest distance is found within our presence - we take our travels lightly. 

Peace,

Eric 

Only At The Edge Of Our Identity

every edge loves the abyss for what it offers - and our skin too is pulled by the same desire, made of light, and air, and the dust of earth, we are form only at the edge of our identity. A continuation of who we are is always pressed against us. 

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My love for running is largely a matter of seeing my own continuation through the means of motion, it's as if I remain still at center and the world revolves in a scenery of new becoming - and who's to say that this isn't so? 

Peace,

Eric

Appearing As This

appearing as this - and the view is the

guesthouse for the grace of

our becoming 

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Every appearance is our own - from empty/awareness to the world there is simply one thing appearing to itself for its own mystery and pleasure. We are familiar with a view that holds all things as if distant from the viewer, and yet turned back towards itself, all that's found is a curious emptiness that holds everything within an endless embrace. Every appearance, from object to thought, is a guest for our becoming - from emptiness comes a world that all fits within our view, and now seen, we trace a direct line again to source. There is only one thing - appearing as many, and each an invitation to recognize ourselves in its becoming. 

Peace,

Eric

Always This

never not this - and even in the changing scene of life unfolding, we remain the open source for it's allowance. There is always two ways of seeing, our outward faith of world and form, and then too our turn towards a formless truth. Two ways, and yet there is no way to see the two apart. Once our spaciousness is seen, there comes only aspects of ourselves to fill it. There comes the world. Both form and formlessness exist as one. It is always - this. 

Peace,

Eric