There Is The Appearance Of Things

held - yet more, absorbed into the

very fabric of existence.

there is the appearance of things separate from the

source of which they're viewed. 

but nothing belongs outside us - and once 

seen, again, we merge as 

seen and seer.

~

Really, it's an illusion of sight, a play of senses to divide the world and again tease us in reunion - and all the while there is the reality of One existence. 

Peace,

Eric 

In Fact - Headless

and to this point - even the witness folds

within its own observation, 

and all that's left is

simply seeing

~

It only takes a look - but of course we must face the right direction. Begin with the outward gaze, follow to object and note each item in its distinction. It's a beautiful world and it would be a shame to overlook it - even what seems mundane will soon be revealed as holy. Lets travel the view further, to legs, body and further still to trace it directly to its origin. What now? What do we see? Is this the beginning or end of all that's seen? We are at the Source, direct, confronted with a curious absence of face and eyes. In fact - headless. And yet aware. More so, aware and awake to our own spacious capacity - everything is still found, objects still existing, thoughts still floating through this now headless space. But there are no lines to cause division, everything is shared in one existence, nothing is absent but the viewer. 

We are seeing. 

Again. 

Finally. 

~ 

Peace,

Eric 

Each Drop Too

rain falls through the 

infinite self -

appearing as the sky,

and each drop too our own

becoming.

~

Peace,

Eric

Our Truth is Told as Distance

it's distance itself - undefined space that allows for the contours of existence. Our interest is pulled to objects, a fascination of form in an infinite realm of formlessness. So we see ourselves as a solid understanding, even as our own mystery continuously unfolds in and as spacious awareness. Our truth is told as distance. Objects no more than a measured self-reflection shown as form. The mystery is always found in distance. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

It Only Seems As A Touch

it seems as a touch - an object against the

very essence that lends itself in

definition,

and yet it's one thing in form as well as 

formless embrace.

it only seems as a touch....

~

Peace,

Eric 

An Exercise in Headless Inquiry

It's an exercise in headless inquiry  - to ask "where am I" and then an actual search in the silent realm that follows. In a quiet spot we sit, breathe, and allow the moment to hold what it does, whatever that may now be. Our question is simple -  "where am I?' and we ask with the innocence of a child come to search for their location. There is the obvious, and quickly dismissed, we are not asking for the physical sense of being, and whatever answer follows is always preceded by a silent search that indeed holds the beginning of our truth. We are in the silence. And now, in this stillness, we look - our inquiry asks us to turn towards the asking, with open eyes we literally face the source that dared to ask of our existence. Where am I? Objects are found, including body, and thoughts find their way as temporary answers, and yet again, turning to the actual source that holds this all in its awareness - nothing will be found. To know this as so we have to actually look, our inquiry is now silent, eyes searching for a glimpse of themselves, an attempt to go beyond the faith that what isn't viewed is actually there. Do we see a face? A head? Or only memories of what a mirror, or photo once held. Right now, looking, where are we? If we are satisfied with whatever answer we may encounter, perhaps the inquiry is over. Yet if we continue looking, gently asking, abiding in the silence that always follows - we may find ourselves unexpectedly absent, and fully present in the emptiness as well. 

All we can is ask, and look, and explore 

whatever mystery that follows. 

_

Peace,

Eric 

Just The Listening

listening - and to sound, and silence just beneath, I come to

hear a rhythm of my own rise and fall in 

endless fashion, 

it's just the listening that

remains. 

~

Peace,

Eric