Intimate Designs

intimate designs - that I am a pattern somehow emerged unique amidst the endlessness of every other existing and potential designs. From this swirl of energy I somehow came aware, a gathering immaterial stuff now seen as form. That's the miracle,that  there are infinite possibilities of designs, and I am witness to there display in the variety of the world. An even grater realization is the true intimacy of it all, being made of same particles, held together by whatever force it is that keeps it all true to particular form - and yet still it intermingles, patterns existing in a trade of designs and formlessness, so constant that one is never truly set apart from another. Intimate designs all. 

This isn't revealed to me - it's simple revealed. Every view shows the same, each breath drawn is intimate in air and life given, patterns of what I am now in release at once to become something other. It's what happening in every moment, existing, but feeling that it's so in the very depth of being. It's being aware. 

What I am, what we are - is symmetry.

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Peace,

Eric 

Myself Continued

I just find myself continued, or maybe better said - I find only a presence that includes me continued as the world. This is where I belong, a self that's an aspect of the whole and not center in any true sense of being. Only a part - yet it's a seamless existence. I find this in my view, from both direction of my glance - an outward scene that's unbroken in it's distinctions, from my sight to any object shows a spread of continuation, no point leaving off from another. With my gaze returned, traced back to the origin of the view - I am nowhere to be found. There's only more view, an object I know as body and then a vanishing of self. No seer found, but the scenery remains. No witness, and yet awareness somehow noted. It's not a miracle of awakening. Only seeing. 

So I find myself continued on both of the view. One in absence and the other through every detail of the world. In truth, no side exists in this existence. It's an imaginary line drawn to navigate through a world of objects, a mental map of formless transition to form. 

Right now, more than anything - I just find that I belong. 

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Peace,

Eric 

I Am Being

I am being - finding myself as an extension of the whole, life in process, and everything getting done through me, yet not by any effort of my own. This isn't passive or resignation of action, but the sudden revelation of myself as the world, an aspect of life not removed in any sense, and simply working in function with every aspect found. I am an expression of the whole, no different than a flower expressed in bloom, belonging equally to earth and sky, and vital in it's pollination. The flower is being fully itself, without effort of design, and yet by some divine urge it's given from earth, accepted by the sky, releasing its very essence in a prayer of continuation. A flower is life being itself in this one, unique expression. 

So here I find myself in union with a flower - I am being, in my own unique way, and no less vital. To question my function is to second guess the world, a mistrust of universal will. Of course I do question myself, wondering of a mis-guess for my own belonging. But it only takes a moment letting go in nature, a return to an order known by every particle of being, my own release of self in a prayer of continuation as earth, and air, and all things that live and flower. It only takes a moment to fond that, truly, I am being. 

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Peace,

Eric 

This Body

this body too, it's not separate from world  - my very touch is skin on air, a constant press of infinite space accepting me in its hold. I am the stuff of earth, a tide as well shore. No different. Yet I find myself aware, able to note distinctions as well as my belonging. That's the difference, being somehow gifted to know myself as a valued part in a seamless existence, that I am, and so too am I simply life happening now. 

This is the body, gathered material of dust and function, measured elements held to form. It's a true belonging, it's earth and star made particles, made of nature itself. To bring attention to this is to find myself no less a continuation of life in ebb and flow. What's gathered now will someday be released, earth again, borrowed light returned to stars. Will I return as well? Regathered to another form? I have no idea. It doesn't matter. Right now I am life in full flow and recognize as well that the ebb coincides - I come and go in the blink of a cosmic eye, newly given cells instantly gifted. I have no say in any of this. It all continues on its own. Life.

And what of awareness? Does this too come and go? Or perhaps it's the cosmic eye that watches all that passes? Better thinkers will have to answer. I have no idea. I am aware now, and this comes as gifted as every new cell that makes my body. I have no say in any of it. It continues on its own. Life. And yet...to be aware brings a deep appreciation for what continues and a deeper gratitude for what ceases in present form. It's an awakeness of motion. That's what I know, that life is motion, a happening of events curved through stillness. Seamless. 

So, I am gifted with form, given this body made of whole cloth, connected to earth and stars. 

I am aware.

And I'm grateful for it all. 

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Peace,

Eric 

A River's Course

even the river owes its current to the bed of earth that holds its course of flow, and every raindrop too is added as a blessing. Further on is gratitude for clouds that give rain and the sky for its allowing nature. Nothing is truly independent from another. 

I find myself as a current too, motion in a course of life, and blessed by all that's given. There is nothing that does not hold me in some way, no different than the river in my place on earth, deep, connected to a depth that allows for motion. The clouds rain for me, drops falling to the benefit of my continued course, and every storm an event that steers my way through life. Then too the sky reflects my own open nature, allowing for things to be just as they are, unmarked by all that passes. It's the very air of its giving that allows for my existence. 

Truly, it seems, I am system of some sort - belonging deep as earth and open fully as the sky. Nothing set apart for another, co-existing in equal giving to the whole. I am a river of being, motion found somehow aware, and now grateful for the course that's given. 

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Peace,

Eric 

Seamless Too

Seamless too:

it's the mistaken notion that I am too not the universe, that it's a complete system of continuing existence that has somehow left me excluded from the whole - a small point of being yearning to belong. Yet the view shows me otherwise. From my perspective, everything flows from here, the world extends in all its grand distinctions from just a single glance. This shows only my connection, an aware aspect through the varied landscape shown. Nowhere is there a line drawn that separates me it all - from sun to sky, and then air in its caress of birds, plants, and my own form, it's a seamless reach of living grace. Everything belongs simply because it is, that it's found in this offering of allowing space, that it's here, now, and in this moment can't be otherwise. 

But the view doesn't tell the whole story - only when returned to its own point of origin, objects traced back to that which bears witness, do I see that life continues in its sweep, my body being nothing more gathered dust, particles in an energetic hold, one more aspect of the world. Further still the view reveals itself as capacity, an emptiness that invites itself to be filled. This too is seamless grace, it's where I find myself in both notion and body, appearing with sun and sky and every other gift that's found. 

Peace,

Eric 

My Own Existence

of my own existence - and this proves only that this moment, I am aware, conscious of the world and what it now offers. This is really the inquiry of the day, just a gentle note of being, that I am life, and sharing in this living process. Nothing more is needed than to know this. Every practice brings me to this same realization, and in the end they're all surrendered to simply relaxing as I am, whatever that entails in each moment. The message is always, only, that I belong. It would maybe seem that this would be obvious, that by virtue of being alive my belonging would be shown true. Yet for so many years this was questioned, my sense of somehow being apart from the world, from others, was sharp and left me without connection. I know this  feeling is shared by many, and the irony of our joined aloneness keeping us apart is keen. So what changed? Well, honestly, nothing ,with a single look I saw what was always, immediately, so - there is no actual point where I become separate from the view, no line that defines me in narrow stance of life, looking at a world that doesn't fully include me. It all flowed together, one thing in continuing aspects of distinct, unique creation, and following this view directly I came to my own form, a body made from earth and lit by stars, and further still I found myself aware of it all, life, existence, and it all fit perfectly in this capacity to know that yes, truly, I belong. Simple. That's all I need to see. 

My practice now is not one of seeking but exploration - seeing myself unfold in curious ways of form and the space that offers itself in pure, allowing, devotion. My practice is relaxing as I am, this moment, to every other moment that I find myself existing. My practice is being. 

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Peace,

Eric