But It Is

 - and as such everything comes to be. Reaching, my hand seems to leave off in a sudden void, and yet touched by air and continued through sky I am intimate with every moon, sun, and star. More so, my own state is nothing less (or more) than the capacity that greets the world in view and form - in less solid moments I am mingled dust yet somehow aware, astonished to find a self here at all. I have no idea how this all came about.

But it is. 

and I am grateful it continues in its way...

~

Peace,

Eric 

No Idea

perhaps sudden - to be quite honest I have no idea where inspiration comes from, or why even these particular words come to mind at this moment. There may be a cause, a single seed planted at some forgotten point that only now comes to bloom in the new light of an empty page. There's really no need to know for certain - I am grateful for the words, my openness to receive, and the chance to share them with whoever finds this page. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Emptiness Found Full

it's not that we are empty of - but 

empty with.

as a flower is a unique expression of a seed held by earth and nourished to bloom by rain and sunlight, not one thing can possibly be removed from the whole of it's becoming. To find myself in awe of the beauty of a flower, is to welcome it in my own appreciative capacity, I too am fertile ground for it to become within my view. 

for a thing to be empty is simply a seen through illusion of it being a thing at all - to find emptiness is seeing the potential of seed once it is touched by earth and abandons its identity as a seed to the reach of sun. The seed was never just a seed anymore than a flower is the end result of what will be. Emptiness is the constant mystery of becoming/ceasing/ and becoming once more - yet at all times it's only life happening in its own accord. 

my own emptiness is found full - the world in

bloom.

touched by all existence. 

(and of course it's not like this at all)

~

Peace,

Eric 

The Word That Comes to Mind

and the word that comes to mind is cherished - how my own world parts in wonder for the tilt of a butterflies wing, a birdsong that I'm almost sure was given as a note to fill a soundless void, and too a brief encounter with a strangers smile. For this all to be is a mystery, that it was gifted for a moment in a shared presence - is a miracle. 

Each one deeply cherished. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

From Molecules to Stars

from where I sit now, it all seems pretty simply really - life is happening, and at no point am I apart from any of it. From minute galaxies of molecules dancing body into form, a birds flight that merges wing to air and finds my view, to stars gathered in constellations - nothing is found separate in this existence. No effort is required for this to be, a manifestation of its own accord that includes me in its sweep. I attend to the details of life, the immediate concerns that find me each day. There is cause to smile often, for tears to fall, and to marvel silently at it all. It's life. I am a full participant - from molecules to stars. 

Nothing is apart from this. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

A Thousand Broken Pieces

at times it seems we're broken, worn, or lost in the turns of life - and perhaps in truth, at least for certain moments, we are. We would like to know that a higher guidance is in place, that we wander not without plan but in design to a greater purpose than we know. This may be true. Yet nothing is revealed that is beyond this moment, the mystery isn't that we have found ourselves broken, it's more that we come to find the continuation of life in a thousand pieces as well as the space that holds it all in seamless existence. Perhaps the grand design is that amidst in suffering, we are whole, connected to the thousand other broken pieces of those who also suffer now, past, and still in days to come. In this same mystery we see joy belonging with sorrow, beauty to that which ends, and arrival to this moment by all who seem to wander. There's no escape, and the only wisdom gained is in the acceptance of being whole - everything belongs. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

It's Love Without Effort

it's love without effort- and too we could call this simply reality, the Tao, or even God. In the end these are terms with great meaning attached to something that occurs as naturally as breath or heartbeat. Seen as love, it comes to one thing giving way to another aspect of itself, acceptance to what is in every given moment. It's happening now, and always, and conscious loving is only the recognition of this occurrence - it's Life gifting to itself the patience to arrive, and be, and allow it all to pass on its own accord. This is action without the need to move the world, aligned with even the friction of a storm that erodes an oceans shore, or common thoughts that stress the mind. It all belongs. There is no effort on our part for life to be, our response in each moment is in no way separate from what occurs, and so life continues in its natural flow. We could call it love, or nature, of the Buddha mind - but it all happens just the same. 

~

Love,

Eric