Of Belonging

of this world, and seamless through it all - it's an inquiry of belonging. There is nothing found apart from my view, no scent, nor sound separate from the field of my perception. It seems obvious to tell, but so often forgotten that everything occurs with my participation. To witness a bird just before flight, is to lend myself as the sky's embrace, knowing soon of its arrival. Seeing, takes care of all of this without need of preparation, the view is instantly expanded in it's capacity to hold it all, and my role is simply to be part of what unfolds. It's not that I am vital to the experience - it's the I belong, fully, as the whole. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Air In It's Embrace

grace is seamless, air in its embrace of self through the flight of birds and reach of trees, nothing parting for the sense of other - but just one thing in shifting points of emptiness and form. We demonstrate grace through our own receiving, that life is in constant offering and there is no refusal of varied gifts in which we're given. Our grace is in recognizing that as with air, we are limitless in acceptance, our nature is to simply give room for one more aspect of life - as well we  find ourselves as the very same spaciousness through which we receive. 

Peace,

Eric 

Assumption of Words

it's the assumption of words, the irony of their description of against the offered emptiness of the page. Everything is described just an instant past occurrence, a memory already faulty in recall. But too, this moment holds the freshness, the innocence of each words appearing - they don't have to capture anything other that-  this. Which they do without effort. 

Peace,

Eric 

And The Flower Still Blooms

and just - it's the bare, obvious, and aloneness of each moment, the impossibility of anything beyond right now. Just this, what seems my time in observation of a flower, and infinite suggestions present themselves - that our shared space belongs in equal measure to the capacity given each other, and more our intimacy, that we intermingle to a degree past belief in separation. And then, just this, and everything else is beyond matter, there is no philosophy of myself and flower, everything belongs exactly as it falls, with or without any thoughts I might provide. From here, always here, my walk continues...and the flower still blooms. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Full of My Participation

but just belonging as the whole - and no longer seeing the world in parts, life is shared as one expression with infinite distinctions. It's intimate beyond compare. To find myself in dialog through air and breath with a bird flight and flowers reaching bloom - and it all taking place as simply life carried on. I have no doubt that I belong, and more that there is only this,right now, full of my participation. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Something Other

it only seems to be the same - even with a steady gaze I find the world in constant change, and too I see myself shifting to the moments subtle sense of new and parting ways. Nothing is lasting, and in an equal exchange of view and presence I stand before a single flower, wondering of things shared between us, knowing that even now we're altered in some fashion from the first instant of our encounter. Something has been given and lost for both flower and myself, and yet it all seems the same to all apparent reason. Turning away - this, whatever life has now offered, is already in a shift to something other. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Luxury of Space

and always we are afforded another aspect of self, this luxury of space that always to hold whatever life has to offer. In this we see our limitless ability to expand, that our nature is at once a solid sense of the world as well as a spaciousness that never ends in its capacity to include. There is no split between the two, we are not separate from any real aspect of ourselves - we are space and form in constant trade of perspective, with no effort for this to be so. It all happens on its own. 

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Peace,

Eric