To The Present Moment of Nature

trusting now, that each moment will hold exactly what it will - and nothing more until another moment follows. This is the infinite patience of nature, of a seedling in trust that a bloom happens in a time of its own, or a stream's caress of every stone in its eventual reach of an oceans shore. It's this moment alone, just as, and without addition of a wish for things to be other. There is a fluid course of time, motion lent to singular awareness - this is how we view a lifetime, moments strung from point to point. Yet to know that each instant is as well a never again experience of totality, complete in all of its variables, not one aspect able to ever be repeated - than our trust too is infinite. We have returned to the present moment of nature. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Re-enchantment of The Ordinary View

it's the re-enchantment of the ordinary view, directionless now, and room for always one more thing - seen in a seamless allowing of space to form, and too in that every object simply gives way from thinly held lines, continuous as the whole. Nothing has truly changed, our sight remains in the mundane sense of life in order - yet an openness is provided from our point of observation, aware, and everything seeming to fit in a perfect flow of one. The view is the same, but now we too are added in its belonging, life is seen, and at no point are we removed. There is the world - and we see ourselves in every detail. 

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Peace,

Eric

It's Never Not This Present Moment

from this point of present moment - nowhere else is found. This is where our thoughts are given room to wander, daydream better hours, and memories brought from past. It all happens exactly in the only moment that we're living. There is never a time that isn't now, and even mindful of breath, thought, or body, will ever brings us any closer. So our meditation is to simply notice, inquiring as to when, where, life is now occurring. This then provides our only answer. It's not complicated - it's never not this present moment. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Grace of Every Word

subtle play of words - and to this point it's not to even say that I am awareness itself, but that there's just aware and I am this, and somehow too its content. But again these words seem to split the meaning into two, a slight implication of awareness being made into a separate point of view, existing apart from any thought or object that's observed. Words always fail. It's the nature of description to never fully capture the essence of display. Yet at the same time there is the grace of every word, falling seamless on a page, retaining meaning of original thought, spoken in accord to a silence that receives. It's never, not, all one thing. 

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Peace,

Eric 

The Experience of Winter's Touch

there is nothing other than this, right now, and all we seem to know - each moment stands alone, even as it unfolds in continuous motion of events. We perceive in limited fashion, our senses only telling a partial story from the whole. So our world feels slow to change, that what is now is lasting past its due, lending a sense of permanence to life in constant flow. Yet our experience of now, solid in the faith of what's present, is an illusion in the light of all that shifts through time. Right now is what we have, and this is the peace found through its acceptance - but right now isn't for long, even in the depth of winter a flowers bud is given all it needs to bloom in spring. There is no reaching for a different season, no hope for extended light. There's only this moment, the experience of winters touch and a subtle growth through motion. It's innate in every aspect of life, a calm acceptance of each instant given, a bloom, and then always what falls next. Everything belong to the moment that it happens. 

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Peace, 

Eric 

Layered To Eternity

so sometimes too it's just about an experience, a sense of self and then its absence - this in no ways measures the reality of each moment, as if one aspect shows the depth of spiritual existence and the other simply tells a mistaken point of view. I am - and this is vast, containing a sense of self along with every other detail of the world. Nothing is excluded. Honestly, beyond this moment and the claim of my existence - I have no idea of what true in any ultimate sense of the word. Truth seems to be shifting, and by this I mean fluid, not a solid one time deal known forever, but a continuous expression of one thing in various designs. It would be impossible to know myself than as just a static personal identity, or even as the void of self at all. Perhaps what comes closest is to simply say - capacity. That I am every passing experience, as well as the aware presence that holds the view, I am layered to eternity, never once fully revealed, yet always, always whole. Maybe better still is just the silence of now knowing, - and how this too holds the doubt, and promise, of every thought and word. To this point is the reach of my inquiry. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Told Through Any Object

it's told through any object, not just the thing itself but the space that offers itself in an embrace to define, the infinite trickled down to finite form. One object is traced back to the emptiness that holds the world, in this way we see the whole universe through the small, a meditation brought to focus in single detail. Through this we see, truly see, that a blade of grass is equal to the field of all existence, a flowers bloom is offered as the entire earth's smile, and one person is essential to the whole. Nothing is ever missing. And everything belongs. 

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Peace,

Eric