My Devotion Truly Is To Nothing

to this moment comes my devotion - yet not to any singular item, nothing imagined, nor any distant God implied. It's this, right now, and all that may appear. I am devoted to this pure allowing nature, how one thing, in complete mystery, is able to expand as every detail of the world. I am devoted to my own surrender, a giving way of selfish notions as this moment opens fully to show me all it holds. To this, than, my devotion truly is to nothing - it's this boundless capacity that astounds me, from nothingness itself comes the world, and too it continues as a giving space. That it all happens here, this one and only moment, this alone gives reason to devotion. 

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Peace,

Eric 

In This Grace There Is Surrender

we are the mystery, unfolding through each moment, without answer, and less the need to know for certain - in this grace there is surrender, effortless, and life continues in its flow. This is the simplicity of being, just recognizing that the details of life are met without our conscious actions needed. There is no command to cause a heartbeat, and even thoughts occur without direction. We are a vast mystery, and every answer only seems to lead us further to the unknown reason of it all. Let's be fine with that, causeless in our wanders and wonder, happily embracing the suchness of each moment. In this we are no different than any other aspect of the world - with no more purpose than to be within the offered moment, as if a leaf caught within the wind, content in its carry, leaving its story of branch and tree behind. What waits ahead is always uncertain - but the breeze, the breeze too is a mystery of its own, and it all unfolds together. And life continues flowing on...

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Peace,

Eric 

The Tree of My Belonging

it could have been anything, indeed, it absolutely is all things - yet for this moment it was simply a single tree of my belonging, an invitation to again see myself in giving capacity for something else to be. This was the sudden recognition of myself in varied form, that I belonged now as much to forest, streams, and every length of field as I did to my own life before. It was a sense beyond connection, not two things seen as a relationship brought together, but that there was always, and only this one belonging, everything lending itself full to the completion of another. Truly, just one thing. It could have been anything- but for this moment, this offering, it was the tree of my belonging. 

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Peace,

Eric 

With No Between Between Us

with no between found - it all 

belongs in continuous

fashion. 

We are of nebulous borders, everything, barely contained before our reach continuous. We see this from a tree in its touch of earth and air, at once distinct as well as one thing in display. There's no true point where a branch leaves off to know itself as sky. In this too, we see there's no between between us - we are matched in equal becoming, form giving way to a spacious embrace, and gathered again in just a different distinction. It's all simply energy in the function of appearance, giving the world its unique presentation. 

In this we are included, singular, yet aware of how it all flows in such a way as to appear there's separation. There's the illusion of between. 

Yet never do we break in 

our continuation. 

~

Peace,

Eric 

With This Belonging

the world is filled with this belonging, one thing in full acceptance of itself, even in the continuous revelations of its own mystery. Nothing is ever denied. To this we find ourselves as the same accepting grace, revealed no less as mystery too, and each thing of the world recognized in this belonging. It becomes its own meditation, an inquiry into the endlessness of encountering ourselves in every guise that's offered. 

Through this we see there's only one belonging, we accept aspects of ourselves once found hidden, forgotten until this sudden revelation. We belong to each thing seen, a recognition of our own largeness and by extension the smallest detail of it all. Nothing escapes this belonging. The only real wonder is of forgetting this is so - until we come, again, again to the awe of our remembering. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Apart From This

nothing is apart from - there's no real content that can be shown separate from the capacity of its hold, it's all simply distinctions, one thing in easy play of form to formless. We are aware, and in this we note what appears and then departs. At no point do we find ourselves apart from this motion. There's no line drawn in this inclusion, nothing to distinguish that what's observed is any other than the observer too. To write otherwise would deny the seamless lay of words, the emptiness of this page in expansion to what's told. 

To see this clearly, seeing, even a glimpse, is to awaken. 

From here, the world is ours to explore - how one thing continually opens to itself in new expressions. From our view the world expands to another aspect of ourselves unexplored, we see how spontaneous every appearance is, our reach becoming emptiness and then a sudden rise to thought, or form. 

It's all one thing, literally - and nothing is ever found apart from this. 

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Peace,

Eric 

The View Remains In Full Display

nothing changes - seeing from this point of clarity doesn't offer us a different world, the view remains in full display of beauty, anguish, and every detail in between. We still suffer. Perhaps in someways even deeper now, as we are fully engaged in aspects of life once ignored, every experience is shared at some level as our own. That's the difference, boundaries long believed in are seen as illusions of the mind, distance between us no longer serve as a sense of separation but simply spaciousness shared, a joined capacity that allows for for all things their unique expression. Still, truthfully, nothing has changed - this very thing is reality now, just unseen, forgotten on a subtle level. So now we remember, and the world continues in its usual fashion - yet we see. 

~

Peace,

Eric