Abiding In This Singular Nature

there is an ease to presence - no tree struggles in its reach within the sky, air accepting every branch offered, and clouds to nourish with the grace of rain. All things become each other. My meditation is simple - with no lines of division, I allow the view to tell me what to be, abiding in this singular nature. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

On Being Headless

On being headless - it's a look for yourself vision, the view turned back to find its source. There is no trick of sight, no states attained, it's the simplicity of our own spacious wonder. Looking outwards, we note objects, there are things that have definite form and function. Our assumption is that we too are an object held within form, body and head belonging to our story. And maybe so - yet have we ever really looked to see? Tracing the view in a direct line from object to the source that holds the view - what do we see? What do we see - truly see, not imagined, or remembered from photograph and mirror, what is seen from our own investigation? In countless times I have found no head, no face save a brief sight of facial structure that in itself seems to emerge from nowhere. My truth is found headless. And there's more - this headless space is aware, and it's full, it holds the world, and stars and further than eyes can see. It holds you. My face is gone and traded for the beautiful view of you. This is where I find love - my endless capacity to keep expanding, and holding, with no need or wish to hold other than what's now before me. More still I find that I am space for the very thoughts that once sustained my beliefs in a solid world. Life is lived through me - yet I am free to engage in the motion of its passing. In short, at least in times of really seeing - I am free. And my headless view is always here to remind me. 

~ 

Peace,

Eric 

I Wear The Beauty Of Your Expression As My Own

This face - seen by all the world yet not by me. From my perspective, there is a self absent to my own sight, faceless, and fully capable to expand in its capacity to hold the world. I am to large for a single identity, to expansive for one face, and must wear an entire view for my reality. My true face is sun, and moon, and stars. I wear the beauty of your expression as my own. My original face is void of distinction, spacious, and therefore each distinct feature that is viewed becomes my own. How fortunate for me, not to be stuck within a confined shell that limits my capacity to hold. Indeed, I am blessed to be faceless, headless, and so my friends - are each of you. 

~

Give yourself utterly... Even though the head itself

must be given, why should you weep over it? 

                                                        -  Kabir 

Peace,

Eric 

Looking For My Own Existence

and now I find myself as room, as capacity served, in ever growing scope and view. Looking for my own existence, my sight turned towards its source, I find a spacious awareness that holds first the thoughts and memories of who I though I was, I find a life lived through a loving space that holds it all without a judgement of what should be. More so, I find no line of separation that tells me that this love, this embrace without end, is not exactly who I really am. Exploring further, searching a division self and world, it seems not just this individual life is lived through this space, but all life, my truth is without lines, seamless, and here I find myself serving as space to hold the world, to hold moon, and sun, and stars. All this found in a single glance - looking for my own existence, there was found an endless view of what I really am. 

~

Behead yourself! ... Dissolve your whole body

into Vision: becoming seeing, seeing, seeing!

 - Rumi

Peace,

Eric

Parts Of Me

no boundaries, open - yet still I find parts of 

me in the details of the 

world. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

This Page Before Me

it's an allowing place, this page before me - open, no judgment cast to words that only I may value. Here, I am true to my headless self, pure, seamless from creative source to what finds itself expressed upon the page. There is nothing in the way. It's no different from anywhere else, only here, in this allowing place - words appear. 

~

Peace,

Eric

Self - Contained

contained - and at once, too, found without borders. There is a paradox to what we are, form with infinite space to surroundings, and the space itself that allows form its moment of expression. We can be both, indeed our true presence abides as endless awareness, impartial to the shift of our focus. Our humanness is perfection, a mysterious becoming that demands to be both divine and profane, and it all fits within our true existence. Thus we are contained - yet only by our own infinite surrounding. 

~

Peace,

Eric