Every Revelation

Every revelation: 

every revelation is our own, each insight is a personal epiphany and not given from another - and yet it's all shared as well, delivered through any means possible, books, teachers, nature. Everything serves to point to our connection. 

but only when the moments right.

it seems that we arrive at some place of readiness, an inner shift that parts some secret veil to a more subtle way of knowing. Perhaps it's simply grace, life, and we find ourselves open and present to the world in a way we've never imagined before. 

it's was life that brought us here.

nothing is really given, and truly there is no arrival - for the mystery of a reason there is clarity, an insight gained through a moment spent in nature, or single word spoken. It doesn't matter, what we see now has always been present, nothing's changed about the world but our perception. 

we're seeing.

of course, as so often the case, when we see the world as open, thoughts rush in to fill the void, ideas are formed, philosophies made. We trade revelations for fantasies, insights for a familiar way of thinking, and clarity for clutter. We fill our openness with personal demands of how we wish to see the world. If we're fortunate, lucky, we let this pass too. Clarity is seeing that everything belongs but nothing is lasting. Be patient with revelations - the truth is found in passing. 

every revelation is our own - and yet what we see is a common world of grace, and light, and our shared open nature. We see life in degrees of form and beauty. It's one belonging, one world, life. It's simply seeing, again, who we really are. 

~

Peace, Eric 

To Share

To share:

just my wish is to share - and yet I find that this isn't shareable at all, not even with myself. It seems there's only experiencing, a moment and whatever happens to occur. Nothing can be shared but a description, a memory, and that's all an experience of its own. Truly there are no past experiences, there's what's happening now, each moment, already and always changing. 

it's that I belong fully to the experience, not as observer, but participant, an active belonging and it's only for the moment itself. I'm part of this motion, changing too with variable that occurs. Who could I possibly share this with that doesn't already belong as well? 

and so there's just experiencing, nothing apart from this, everything intricate, yet more subtle too - everything in an intimate display of life, one energy in constant flow, and nowhere am I found separate from this at all. There's just this, and any sense of self, any claim as witness, is involved within and as the whole.

 experiencing. 

what I share is an opportunity of now, this experience of our together found through words, a present moment that holds a description of before. It's ours, one energy, now. 

Peace, 

Eric 

Without Certainty

Without certainty:

without certainty, and more, it's being free of any need to know my thoughts as certain - my beliefs are held lightly, entertained by curiosity and valued for the service they provide, for how they help me navigate the world. Yet nothing is thought to be permanent, and no belief treasured to the point of rule. My wish is to know myself as open, transparent to my own seeing, to view the world through the mystery that it offers. 

free of my demands.

for me, this is the first and true gift of seeing, that I can retrace the world to its empty point of origin, and find the innocence of my own first glimpse of it all. It's seeing the world new again, and every time I wish too. Nothing has to be believed with this, no aspect of the view is forced with any certainty - everything simply is, everything is present, and without need of any confirmation.

the view alone exist.

to say I come to emptiness is misleading, as well as any claim that the world is solid and full of meaning. Seeing only reveals itself, existence without pretense, my own first and only view. It's my original innocence returned, and never to be absent again. The view is always available, immediate, and only calls for seeing. 

without need for any certainty.

~

Peace, Eric 

Because Life

Because life:

because life knows - at least this is my easy answer, that life is intelligence itself, and flows with its own course of wisdom. It's my answer for mystery, for my own wish to know why events turn to sudden fortune or sometimes great pain. But no answer can escape mystery, there is no real comfort to assign a greater meaning to the world, nor to give purpose to a higher sense of being.

it's life that knows.

this is the wisdom found in nature, innate within seedling to bud and the knowing of its bloom - everything has its own place and reason, its own response to what the present situation holds. It's how life unfolds, seamless, infinite patterns of events within events. Life knows continuation, it knows motion, seasons, and the play of time. 

life knows itself.

and this is why it's an easy easy answer, satisfying even in its simplicity - because life knows and there too is my own point of being. I know myself as life, perhaps a more sophisticated seedling now in present bloom. But always life, always nature. It's only complicated when I set myself apart, an imagined entity outside the course of life, full of demands and shouting out for answers. 

but that too has its season. 

nothing is apart from life, and I am not excluded from any aspect of it's flow - because life knows, than I know too that I belong through the entirety of its journey. It's not answer, mystery has no concern of my demands. It's just knowing, belonging, an easy way of seeing how each moment simply follows the next in it's intricate design and that am part of this intricate pattern of being. 

because life knows - I am. 

~

Peace, Eric 

All Appears

All appears:

it all appears spontaneously, everything - each morning I awaken to an entirely new world, from eyes closed to sudden appearance, and even the familiar is subtle in its changes, never quite the same with every view. Life arises, free of the burden of meaning, and it's only by assigning a certain sense of purpose does it seem to become mundane. 

everything appears as mystery.

and I include myself in this, that every night there is a forgetting of the day before, my own self lost to a depth of slumber. The only experience is one of nothing, and until I awaken, or move to a state of dreaming - I am absent from existence. Yes, there is a heartbeat, and still a lightness of the breath, but there is no one present to experience them. It's life happening on its own, without my conscious, willful participation.

until I awaken. 

it's with this that I claim the world - it's my heartbeat, and my breath taken and released. Everything becomes mine. Yet what I miss is how this sense of self arises with the morning, it's my own dawn of becoming, that from the depth of nothing another day appears, and somehow I am there to give it welcome. 

and more so, and again, it's all spontaneous - no reminder is set for a self to appear with every morning, I simply find myself here, present and aware. Such an easy gift of being. So I find that life for me is free of the burden of any true meaning - at least until a meaning comes to me, arriving in the same spontaneous fashion as everything else that appears. With this freedom comes the creativity of response, with each arising there's an entirely new way to view the world. It's not my freedom, nor my creativity in response - it's the spontaneous arrival of right now. 

~

Peace, Eric 

Experiencing

Experiencing:  

always of the moment, experiencing - and this how life flows, and I'm included through it all. It's really that simple. This is the suchness of the Buddhist expression, that each moment is unique, yet not apart from the length of our existence, and that what occurs, the experience, is not separate from my awareness. Indeed, to even be aware is part of this, it belongs as experiencing itself, just another aspect to this flow, life in conscious wonder. 

what I've found, through a lifetime of claiming events as my experience, and noting myself as aware, conscious of what' happening - is that this too, this observer, is simply part of the experience as well. There's only experiencing, life, and the one who claims to be witness is only an aspect in what's occurring. 

my true self, is of the moment. 

and this true self is changeable, unique as every moment too. 

but it's never set apart as some silent observer to events, it's not the ultimate witness that survives these passing moments. My true self belongs as life, aware, and somehow able to know that this is so. This self is experiencing, always present tense, always belonging to the moment now at hand. It's in no way separate from the event of life itself. 

it- is.

and it's constant, life refusing to be defined as anything but motion. How could I belong to this and claim myself as anything static, or any any final sense of being true at all? To be free is to be motion, the course of life, and the realization that even stillness allows itself as movement. 

my true self - is right now.

experiencing.

~

Peace, Eric 

My Inquiry

My inquiry: 

really, it's not my inquiry at all, just a gentle exploration of each moment, and not as a quest to find a special place of origin, nor even seeking any kind of truth - but simply to see what the present now holds, how the world comes to me in motion, an effortless flow that somehow arrives immediate to my senses. There's nothing to pursue. My inquiry is always here. 

this too is without questions, I have no need to ask anything of myself as far who I am, or if I have a certain reason for being here at all. Life provides itself as presence, and I've found that every question leads me directly here - with or without an answer. 

it's a simple means, without a real method, and always available - each moment I am amidst in every aspect of life. There is no line of division between what's occurring now and my experience of it, there is no point separate from my senses to the world. 

there's just life. 

yes, I could question this, inquire into the reality of my every situation - yet no answer would be as satisfying as the simplicity of living. To ask "who am I?" is a regression that leads to nothing. But there is still the experience itself, whatever is occurring, and there are the pleasures of life, as well as all the sorrows. Anything may appear for the sake of this experience. 

and that's how life continues. 

so my inquiry is really, only living. Life provides it all, from questions to the need of even asking - and the answer is always, exactly, what's occurring now. 

life, being experienced.

~

Peace, Eric