Only True Intimacy

it's our only true intimacy - offering ourselves as a void of all but a wish to hold, and in this we include our own tender hurt and wounds. Nothing is excluded from this, not sense of self, nor appearance of another, and the more we find within our view the greater our capacity expands in the intimacy of its holding. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

My Only Conclusion

and finding no separate place between, no point of departure, nor true beginning of self or world - my only conclusion is of one thing in continuous shift of form to formlessness, appearance and capacity for things to appear. There is no world apart from me, nothing that is not also my own continuation. It's always, only, just one thing. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Always Room For What Is

I don't discard this heaviness, what might be called depression - seeking to escape is my option for suffering. What appears in presence is always a mystery, never a chosen state, and seldom announced in arrival or its stay. What is present, is, and that alone is the grace of my salvation. Yes, I might be choice-less in regard to what's happening, but I am free in options, to seek aid, to reach out, to engage my own self in the capacity of healing. Options appear in the clarity of being open to what's here, in allowing things to unfold in their own timeline and story, to neither cling, deny, or wish away - just simply see that this too belongs by nature of its appearance, and that within this very same nature there is enough space for patience, kindness, and tenderness as well. This then, is my own nature too, that which is welcoming and not seeking an escape. If it appears, it is loved, even if its wished away, for that also is an appearance in this open, welcoming nature - here, this presence, there's always room for what is. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

The Failure of My Description

the thing is, words fail to capture their description, especially in the essence of letting go of the need for descriptions themselves. I am witness to earth with life branched out to reach the sky, there's fresh color, vibrant, just now beginning to appear, and various forms of mystery alight for just amount before again reaching for the air. Just as mysterious is my own seeing, a sudden opening, spacious, that seems to allow these things to appear, including the sense of there being a witness to it all. Everything is seamless, just life happening on it's own terms without interference of my interpretation. The magic was, and always is, in the experience. Today, I saw a tree in beginning bloom, birds sitting briefly on it's offered branch before again seeking flight. But for the briefness of a moment - there was the grace of truly seeing. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Shades of Understanding

then, we see it's spring - and the world is

green in the shade of 

understanding

~

it's how one thing shifts, subtle in a seasonal sense of life presenting itself in beginning bloom - it's just a touch of green, flowers in their first bud, and air in promise of coming warmth. Yet there's no break between seasons, no sudden end to one so the next begins. There's a spontaneous order in nature's wisdom, things occurring just right for the next to be, and nothing can be rushed to bring the perfect light touched against a branch to urge its blossom, or rainfall given to earth to for it to green. It all happens on its own. 

This too is how we see, truly seeing - days ago it seemed the world was winter, life waiting for warmth to show itself in vibrant color. But all the while life, expressed in seasons, was simply happening, no agenda other than its own occurrence. Spring was happening even in winter's decline. To see, is only a pause in our own rush for things to be other than they are now. We see, in perfect understanding, that it's all happening, only, and exactly, as it will. 

Peace,

Eric 

From Branch To Air

there's no measure from branch to air, and then no

distance continued on through sky-

it's just one thing in the guise of form and the

emptiness of it's expression. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

Aware Devotion

and again - for the very

first time, 

this seeing...

and the wonder held in 

its awareness. 

~

An embrace is one thing folded back against itself in pure devotion - so we find that awareness is not apart from any object or thought held in observation, but is an embrace of itself seen in form. Our own aware nature can be traced back from an object to its source of observation. Simply point towards the beginning of the view, back from object to where we might find the solid presence of a viewer. Explore what's found. Explore what isn't found. A simple note is that we are aware, and yet there is no evidence of something that holds this awareness - whatever claims ownership is somehow too included in awareness. So lets simply say -  it's all aware, no points separated in observation and thoughts or object. Let's just say we're embrace by our own aware devotion. 

Peace,

Eric