Now Comes A Greening

there now comes a greening of the world - life, given the

visual expression of a season

it's spring, and yet the seamless nature of

existence - is always in this

moment 

~

Peace,

Eric 

By No Means

extended as body - earth and sky equal as the

flesh of our existence. 

by no means are we excluded

from the 

world 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Not Different In Any Regard

as existence - we have no role to play, we're life, happening without concern for the right to be anything other than what we are. Again that brings us to existence, without question we are an expression of life, there is no struggle to simply be, we are not different in any regard from a birds natural flight, a fish at home in water, or a blade of grass turned green in spring rain. It's all life. We're life. There's nothing we need to do to earn this, and there is no way it can be lost. It simply is - and so are we. 

Relax. 

And Be. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Serving Itself In Grace And Beauty

we are fulfilled by world and each detail that it offers - and too, we ourselves give a spacious return for the world to become within us. It's an equal exchange for the sake of appearance, one great capacity serving itself in grace and beauty. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Still Seeking

yes, still seeking - yet no longer for a sense of self or even non-self, not emptiness, nor fulfillment, but for nothing more than my own expansion, life, and seeing what more I may become and too how much less I actually am right now. I am seeking the existence of my existence in the details of world and spaces in between. It's seeking without apology for the joy of rediscovering exactly what I am (maybe) and the sorrow in finding what I'm not - and even this may be reversed in my continued search. 

I am not complete. 

Nor am I lacking a single thing. 

I am awake.

And dreaming still. 

Most of all - I'm simply breathing, living, at ease as it all unfolds before me. 

There's always something to explore. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

We Too Are The Wilderness

it's the illusion of things - not of substance, nor debate on their existence, but only of description. What appears is real. Yet every word applied as knowledge or solid understanding is false and writes an unreal narrative for us to follow. 

Even the familiar appears as 

mystery. 

The only illusion is that we have somehow tamed the wilderness of existence with a map of veiled descriptions, a surface level guide for easy navigation. Our descriptions fail in the sense of lost mystery and false beliefs that we are somehow separate from what's described. 

We too are the wilderness. 

Beyond descriptions. 

Just part of the world at large. 

Explore.

~

Peace,

Eric 

Excuse My Many Contradictions

many things I've written contain a great contradiction - stating truth in mystery, a definitive knowing within the ineffable, momentary insight as endless clarity. And yet I hold firm to each of these within the moment of revelation. My own truth is a constant unfolding, faith in the flux of all things, and I hold the right to abandon each belief once held in passing. My contradictions serve only my own surrender - nothing more. 

My insight not measured by past words, but simply

what this moment holds. 

And even this will soon be

let go. 

~

Peace,

Eric