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What appears is spontaneous, and yet also the planned motion of the world. It's the grace of every season, and every moment contains.........

What appears:

appearing – and this implies conditions met for some arrival, that an aspect of life shows itself when ready. What appears is spontaneous, and yet also the arranged motion of the world. It’s the grace of every season, and every moment contains its own spring through autumn, a bloom to later fall. What appears is always life in different view.

we are appearing.

as this is written, winter nears its end, shifting however slow to spring – trees appear without a leaf to offer, and yet even this is an illusion of waiting. Life stirs from root to branch, conditions move to the ready of a new appearance. It’s an orchestra of nature without true plan, no grand conductor of events, but just life in the motion of arrangement.

there is no clear line designed for seasons, right now is the appearance of winter, snow covered branches, sunlight dimmed by heavy clouds. Yet spring too is appearing in its earliest condition, a preparation for a different expression to be shown. It’s subtle, and missed through the experience of cold, and the sight of barren branches.

every appearance shows a moment of becoming.

what appears, now, and now again, complete only by its motion, and never able to be captured by our view. Everything is becoming through the ending of before, and each seeming transition is equal as its own appearance too. What truly appears, is only motion, life, continuous in what it offers.

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Peace, Eric

#What Appears

Writing itself:not always translated - some things resist a poet's words. It's the experience that matters, and no retelling will ever.......

Writing itself:

not always translated – somethings resist a poet’s words. It’s the experience that matters, and no retelling will ever quite capture a moment gone. Yet writing itself provides a few transcendent moments of its own. Released from pursuit of what to tell, allowing myself as space to be found by words that wish themselves written – it all comes to be a perfect flow of listening, received by words, and the grace of fingers touched on keyboards. It’s the experience itself, writing, and not a wish for anything beyond this moment.

of course often there is a chase for words, a keen desire to write of something that is clearly wordless in its true encounter. Zen poets have long ago mastered the art of saying little with great impact, offering not so much a description but a meeting with the present moment, even as it was written long ago. A master’s art is timeless.

my goal is always simple, indeed, it’s a wish for simplicity itself. I care about arrangement, that the gift of words, so purely given, should find themselves in certain order. I am less an author than one who arranges words on their arrival, listening to the sound they offer against the silence of between. Every pause, each word, matters to my care, there is a trust to this arranging.

my goal is to honor what arrives.

and mostly it’s always a surprise, that writing is its own agenda, and that I belong to its expression – at best, in moments of that perfect flow, there is no true message, no experience to be told. It’s the writing itself, from first words dropped in silence, my smile, listening to their sound, and patience, however eager, to see what more (if anything) unfolds.

it’s the experience itself that matters.

~

Peace, Eric

#Writing Itself

Through this, we see ourselves not as artist but a vital moment of life's display. What we are is a current brush stroke.....................

Not as artist:

not once before, and never this again – each moment truly is an unique expression offered only in its motion, a continuous instant of becoming, receding, and shifting to a new display. This is the true art of the moment, life forever in creation, always presenting itself through means beyond our capture. Nothing remains the same, even for a fraction viewed of time. Through this, we see ourselves not as artist but a vital moment of life’s display.

what we are is a current brush stroke.

as well, we are every aspect of this creation, not removed from canvas, brush, nor unseen energies that direct the motion of each moments sure reveal. We live our lives as this expression, purest art, true only to an instant and then at once creating something new.

this is the gift of art in participation with itself, a conscious brush stroke, aware of its present motion, and that no mark left in its wake will ever be viewed again. There is no interest in our past work, only the moments display, and it’s always now, life in arrangement of a brand new presentation. It’s so fortunate to be this inspiration, to be a process, creating with an instant wiped clean to only be inspired once again. This is no block to this, not a single point where are not the present motion of creation.

so, yes, not as artist, but as total participants of creation – we are life in constant arrangement, a presentation so brief, but always continuous in its new offering. What we are is simply art, at once in process and display.

a brush stroke stayed as motion.

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Peace, Eric

#Not As Artist

sometimes it seems more of a remembering, a self, but only by recall - these are the moments when I find myself most at ease.................

More of a remembering:

sometimes it seems more of a remembering, a self, but only by recall – these are the moments when I find myself most at ease, perhaps immersed in some action that allows my focus to shift from a mind filled with my identity, and then continues onward in this allowing. It’s not that thoughts end to a quiet mind, but that the silence was my present reality all along.

more of a remembering, but seamless too – because in these moments I truly see that everything belongs, there is no self that exist apart from the silent present of its origin. My identity isn’t an illusion, crafted from the thoughts of my experiences. Yet it isn’t really true either, and certainly not the truth of what I am. It’s during these moments, a clarity of vision, where lines of ‘either or’ are simply left behind. What I am – is. It’s easy enough, there’s no battle of self versus selfless nature.

there’s just being.

so what is that I remember?

in these quiet moments, a meditation of sorts, I remember a self of high importance, that I believed myself to be the one who called the shots of life unfolding. It’s not that some action pulled me into a quiet focus that gave insight – but that I was/am immersed in the demands of my importance. My attention has found itself misplaced, given more fully to only one aspect of my being.

it’s really less of a remembering.

and just relaxing, allowing quiet moments to appear, insights gain, and the business of life to simply be. There’s no real battle lines drawn, no battle at all, and no true lines to have ever be drawn. There’s only being. Only life and each moment that I’m given. Sometimes I’m caught up in remembering something that is already present to this moment.

sometimes I find myself smiling at it all.

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Peace, Eric

#Remembering

Sometimes we don't have to do anything, allow the world to unfold here, exactly where we are. Our answers find us, not by travel but.........

Allow the world:

sometimes it’s best to simply stay, to remain where we find ourselves now, and not give in to restless ways that sway us with demands. There is not always a better place to be. Sometimes we don’t have to do anything, allow the world to unfold here, exactly where we are. Our answers find us, not by travel, but in reveal of each moment, and always where we find ourselves…

now.

stay still, and by this one act we find that everything’s in motion. Our travel is here, chasing thoughts of something other than the experience of right now. This is why seekers never finds a lasting happiness until their feet are settled to the reality of this moment. The world is always here, right beneath our feet, and through this view alone.

there is nowhere else to be.

this is so even in travel, our every next adventure, and wherever we roam – our emptiness is never fulfilled by anything other than this moment. The world is here. This is where everything is revealed, every secret is whispered to listening ears – nothing needs to be pursued. Here, nothing is hidden, and more, there is nowhere for us to hide. Sometimes it’s best to allow the world it’s own way to find us, to stay one place for some time, no pursuit of anything at all, just sit, and see what arrives without chasing our demands.

it’s how we find ourselves, having never been lost at all, it’s a settled look of reality, exactly where we are, and have always been. Here. Our always, only, place to be.

home.

~

Peace, Eric

#Allow The World

A moments true meditation:to attend to my sorrows, allow my joy its time to be, and simply give space to what appears in life................

A moment’s true meditation:

to attend to my sorrows, allow my joy its time to be, and simply give space to what appears in life without need for immediate call to change – this is a moment’s true meditation, to just allow what is, right now, its motion to unfold.

this too includes my desire to escape certain moments, to avoid what comes through suffering, to leave unpleasant thoughts alone. I have no will to be stoic in all circumstances, and don’t welcome any cause to suffer. There is a strong wish in us all to be happy, and keep the pain of life to some minimum that’s easy to endure.

so, I sit with this too, my moment of escape, allowing its fantasy to play its length, no wish to alter its appeal, nor push these thoughts aside. Everything settles in its own time. This isn’t a test of my resolve. It’s just sitting with what is, a non-interference to what the moment brings.

what I find, sitting like this for some time, is that my life, aside from sitting, becomes a true meditation of its own. I am more responsive, and less reactive to what appears in life, a more subtle approach unfolds completely on its own. What I find is that everything belongs in its due time, and this includes my every thought and action.

I find myself free.

each moment is a true meditation, open, and allowing by its nature- my response is equal to this measure, belonging just as well and truly. There is no escape, and in someway I’m always sitting with what is, an attending presence that offers deep assurance. No one endures alone. This moment, no matter appears, is our connection.

we all attend together.

~

Peace, Eric

#True Meditation

A moments true meditation:to attend to my sorrows, allow my joy its time to be, and simply give space to what appears in life................

A moment’s true meditation:

to attend to my sorrows, allow my joy its time to be, and simply give space to what appears in life without need for immediate call to change – this is a moment’s true meditation, to just allow what is, right now, its motion to unfold.

this too includes my desire to escape certain moments, to avoid what comes through suffering, to leave unpleasant thoughts alone. I have no will to be stoic in all circumstances, and don’t welcome any cause to suffer. There is a strong wish in us all to be happy, and keep the pain of life to some minimum that’s easy to endure.

so, I sit with this too, my moment of escape, allowing its fantasy to play its length, no wish to alter its appeal, nor push these thoughts aside. Everything settles in its own time. This isn’t a test of my resolve. It’s just sitting with what is, a non-interference to what the moment brings.

what I find, sitting like this for some time, is that my life, aside from sitting, becomes a true meditation of its own. I am more responsive, and less reactive to what appears in life, a more subtle approach unfolds completely on its own. What I find is that everything belongs in its due time, and this includes my every thought and action.

I find myself free.

each moment is a true meditation, open, and allowing by its nature- my response is equal to this measure, belonging just as well and truly. There is no escape, and in someway I’m always sitting with what is, an attending presence that offers deep assurance. No one endures alone. This moment, no matter appears, is our connection.

we all attend together.

~

Peace, Eric

#True Meditation

it's never a question of worthiness, as if we couldn't belong in a world that includes all and everything without a single bias..............

Question of worthiness:

it’s never a question of worthiness, as if we couldn’t belong in a world that includes all and everything without a single bias. We belong too, and more, we are equal in this welcome with every other aspect that’s found here. Truly, if any one thing is welcomed than all must follow. There are no lines drawn in this inclusion, no true lines exist.

everything belongs by virtue of existence.

of course there are times, perhaps often, when we don’t believe we’re worthy – it’s a subtle distinction made between worth and our belonging. It’s doubt. As if through infinite workings creation came to make this one mistake, that somehow we exist but don’t belong. This is our belief in being separate from life, set apart as being special, and yet at the very same time to doubt our very worth.

there’s only life.

once we see this, deeply see – there is no doubt that we belong and that our worthiness is beyond real question. We are life, an aware aspect of its totality. In this regard, we are no different than a flower, and there is no question of their worth. Nor of ours.

our permission is to doubt, to ask the question of worthiness – it brings us back to our foundation, a return to simply being. Doubt shows us what we’re not, and there’s no escape from the conclusion of existence. We exist. To question why will never negate this. We exist because a flower does too, because the flow of life allowed for us to bloom. There doesn’t have to be a reason.

our bloom is worthiness expressed.

~

Peace, Eric

#Question of Worthiness

This is the intimacy of experience, that we know the sun by the warmth of rays and reach of light, and rain by the fall of its expression....

That we know:

it’s a certain kind of knowing, a way of perceiving more than information gained – it’s how we truly see the world. This is the intimacy of experience, that we know the sun by the warmth of rays and reach of light, and rain by the fall of its expression. It’s this way with everything that we really come to know. Our experience tells the only true story.

yet only in the moment.

and always after it seems we tell another story, one filled with a different promise than what occurred. Our story may by true on facts reported, but it lacks the magic of our knowing, we’ve lost the intimacy of first experience.

that we know, aware, and always have this moment to inform – this is a gift, unearned, and delivered by the grace at hand. Every moment tells us something. Life is constantly knowing itself through our senses. We perceive the secrets of the world, not through objects, but our relationship with what’s perceived. With this we see there is no line of separation, our experience is only and always with an aspect of ourselves. What we know is true for us alone.

but only because in this sense, there are no others, just life in perception of itself through the lens of infinite eyes, of one listening source, and senses intimately shared. This knowing itself, only life. That we know – is simply because…

we are.

~

Peace, Eric

#That We know

It's a headless perspective by means of pointing, and then simply resting in the peace that's found through this awareness. There's no rush...

A headless perspective:

my perspective is relaxed on these matters – there’s just this seeing, a clarity of what belongs and that truly nothing is excluded. It’s a headless perspective by means of pointing, and then simply resting in the peace that’s found through this awareness. There’s no rush to fill this spaciousness with a new, better understanding. It’s enough to see, to now investigate the world without a line of separation. I have no desire to debate what’s found, nor to add another theory. I’ve rediscovered my life, headless, empty, and yet so very much fulfilled.

it’s about finding myself as capacity, and as such, there’s little need to argue on distinctions – looking outwards, I find the world before me, looking back towards the source which holds the view, I find myself within the world. Seamless. Nothing disappears but the idea of myself as a solid host of seeing, that everything begins and ends within my personal view. There is no ownership to any of this.

headless – the world just is.

yet to say capacity is also misleading, as if there are limits to this hold, or that this emptiness claims a special point of being, an entity of some power to be aware. The capacity mentioned here is its own fulfillment, not at all separate from its hold. It’s this that I always return to, the simplicity of seeing, and releasing any need to fill the view with my own desires and beliefs. The world is found here, life, teeming with such wild and varied expressions. This is where I belong, as wild and varied as any other appearance, and now with so much to explore.

it’s a headless perspective, but really it’s just seeing, living my life from intimate experience of this one great belonging. There’s no point to this for me to argue. Life happens on it’s own as far as I can tell. Seeing is natural, spontaneous, and I am given this as grace. So I conclude with a simple note – that I am grateful for it all, life, seeing, and my own belonging.

~

Peace, Eric

#A Headless Perspective

Allowing:to simply be, like all things, and no different than early morning birdsong's at play, crows calling back and forth, cars heard......

Allowing:

to simply be, like all things, and no different than early morning birdsong’s at play, crows calling back and forth, cars heard faintly in their travels, and the stir of neighbors getting ready for the day. None of this is chosen, sounds arriving before my eyes are even open to the sunrise. But I hear without complaint, it’s life, and everything that arrives is allowed in its own way.

this too is where thoughts come in, subtle in arrival, and at once they began to categorize – each sound given name and description, announcing what will be my agenda, and already calling for me to fully awaken and begin my day. Yet they are just sounds as well, internal, my own birdsong played through mind, a call and answer of their own. I listen without complaint, thoughts belong to the moment they appear, for however long their stay, and with whatever message they seem to urge. This morning, it’s all allowed, the day unfolds exactly as it will.

this isn’t my allowing, it’s not an act of calm acceptance to what comes – it’s just life, happening, and it includes me in its flow. What I am, is allowed, or more in point, I am essentially this allowing nature. I wake up exactly as I am, already included as the day. There is no effort to belong, as proper as the sunrise and birdsong’s, it’s all just life in its awakening.

that at times I feel apart from this, separate in thought and belief, is only part of what arrives, mind stuff, and come as any other aspect that’s allowed. In no way does it keep me from belonging. In this way, through this allowing – there’s life…

somehow just arriving.

~

Peace, Eric

#Allowing

as for me, I have no idea what's final, if my end state is pure awareness, or perhaps nirvana reached by some degree of grace.................

No idea:

as for me, I have no idea what’s final, if my end state is pure awareness, or perhaps nirvana reached by some degree of grace. It’s the moment that matters, and from this point it doesn’t feel eternal but intent on motion, change, life through varied guise. I find myself included through this motion, every bit as fragile as all else that’s ever appeared. My own stretch of moments will pass, and I have no idea if there’s an after. – so right now is all that really matters.

this moment too, I find myself aware, a deep quality that feels very much changeless to the press of motion. This is the true gift that has somehow been given, to be aware of myself as a participant of life, knowing the fullness of this expression. This too matters, it’s the gift of each moment, and to wish for it to be eternal seems selfish in a sense. Not everything has to meet my demands, to be owned by my desire to continue. This moment, I’m aware, fully involved with life. It’s enough for me. To speculate on anything further than this would never bring me closer to the moment now at hand.

of course there could be degrees to this awareness, subtle states that have yet to be revealed – I hold myself open to all possibilities. Yet I refuse to imagine what those states may be, to pursue any point past the moment its been given. I have no wish to waste this precious time, to fantasize of an eternal now while this one moment slips away. Any revelation, any further awakening, will happen now, or not at all. I am content here, and what comes next will surely be an appreciation of this gift. Whatever it may happen to be – or perhaps not be anything at all. It’s not for me to say. I simply have no idea, and my curiosity extends only to the point of my awareness.

and that always seems right now.

~

Peace, Eric

#No Idea

belonging through grace - and perhaps this is the true gift of seeing, to find that I am without cause, appearing by equal measure as every...

Through grace:

belonging through grace – and perhaps this is the true gift of seeing, to find that I am without cause, appearing by equal measure as every other wonder of the world. To see, and my value is without question, my worth now fully accepted. I belong, and more, I am free of any burden of the past, belonging new with every moment seeing.

it’s through grace that everything appears – that I recognize myself at once as both capacity and it’s fulfillment, emptiness and appearance, and find no reason for any of this to be save the joy of simply being life. I appear for the sake of being.

it’s a rare gift indeed.

from this point, my philosophical questions mostly fall aside. It’s enough to see, to be so intimately involved with life. My inquiry turns from any question of why to one of exploration of my own expansion. Through grace, I’ve somehow been given the world. It’s here, appearing now as myself and view. It’s all at once. No question will provide an answer that brings me more intimate than exactly where I am. Through grace – is just another term for mystery.

what appears is all that really matters.

seeing takes place now, an instant meditation – it’s brief and eternal, that at once I can disappear as a self with individual opinions, and awaken to a selfless presence abiding all the while. There is no need to question further.

it’s all here to be explored.

~

Peace, Eric

#Through Grace

Capacity to allow:everything exactly as it is - and even with the added wish of change. Nothing is excluded from the moment...................

Capacity to allow:

everything exactly as it is – and even with the added wish of change. Nothing is excluded from the moment, and true mindfulness is simply this acceptance. My world takes place now, immediate, and allows for complex actions. It all takes place at once. To be mindful isn’t a matter of noting each detail in passing – it’s of the passing itself, the spacious that allows the world to be in motion. This is where everything appears, where thoughts will linger, and it’s what remains after every detail passes. I am mindful of my open nature, my capacity to allow.

there is no means to this arrival, no amount of sitting will ever bring me closer to what’s always present now – and yet I find myself drawn to the experience of watching, to sit as witness until even this is gone. Through this I find that meditation isn’t passive, my quiet moments are filled with equal life as any other moment found. I am always a participant, active in my role as self. There is no wish to escape this, no desire more intimate than my capacity to allow. To sit is just one more aspect that appears.

everything belongs.

of course, as well, there’s no need to sit – it’s all available now, life, and just as immediate as any mindful moment. To see myself as capacity happens in an instant. It’s retracing any thought or object of my view directly back to source. By this I don’t mean a true beginning, that there is a source found that starts the world. I am not looking for a point of origin. Indeed, in this seeing I find no real start or finish to anything at all, everything appearing in seamless flow. To say source is just another word implied to open nature, this capacity to allow.

so it’s seeing, just this, everything exactly as it is.

mindful that it all belongs.

~

Peace, Eric

#Capacity To Allow

it's always new, nothing ever quiet the same from any moment to the next - there are no true memories of anything, only current thoughts......

Always new:

it’s always new, nothing ever quiet the same from any moment to the next – there are no true memories of anything, only current thoughts that seem that seem to hold us in the past. What we have is right now, just this, and never more than what the present moment offers.

this is all without effort, no mindful push to be anywhere but right now, as if we could ever stray from here. We are present, we are home, and always so. The value of mindfulness is to remember this, relating to each moment in a grateful manner. What we have right now, no matter how mundane, will never be again – our simple moments matter, they are the fabric of time, of our every experience, and add to a life well loved. This isn’t a call to note every detail of the present, but to relax, knowing that every detail appears in its own fashion, unique, and even now changing in its course as something new.

our every moment is always new.

that’s it, the spiritual search ends within the present moment, now, there is nothing to find that isn’t already here. In truth, there’s nothing to find at all. Every question of our existence is immediately answered in the very moment of its asking. Of course we might not be satisfied by the silence that we hear, or even the sounds arriving to our ears. But that’s the only answer, exactly what’s occurring now.

yet it seems important that we ask, as if a question parts a veil that keeps this moment hidden. We ask until we’re ready for this listening, ready for answers appearing plainly as the view. Our questions are just another present moment happening.

every answer is as well.

and always new, revealed unique for each of us alone.

~

Peace, Eric

#Always New

Capacity to allow:everything exactly as it is - and even with the added wish of change. Nothing is excluded from the moment...................

Capacity to allow:

everything exactly as it is – and even with the added wish of change. Nothing is excluded from the moment, and true mindfulness is simply this acceptance. My world takes place now, immediate, and allows for complex actions. It all takes place at once. To be mindful isn’t a matter of noting each detail in passing – it’s of the passing itself, the spacious that allows the world to be in motion. This is where everything appears, where thoughts will linger, and it’s what remains after every detail passes. I am mindful of my open nature, my capacity to allow.

there is no means to this arrival, no amount of sitting will ever bring me closer to what’s always present now – and yet I find myself drawn to the experience of watching, to sit as witness until even this is gone. Through this I find that meditation isn’t passive, my quiet moments are filled with equal life as any other moment found. I am always a participant, active in my role as self. There is no wish to escape this, no desire more intimate than my capacity to allow. To sit is just one more aspect that appears.

everything belongs.

of course, as well, there’s no need to sit – it’s all available now, life, and just as immediate as any mindful moment. To see myself as capacity happens in an instant. It’s retracing any thought or object of my view directly back to source. By this I don’t mean a true beginning, that there is a source found that starts the world. I am not looking for a point of origin. Indeed, in this seeing I find no real start or finish to anything at all, everything appearing in seamless flow. To say source is just another word implied to open nature, this capacity to allow.

so it’s seeing, just this, everything exactly as it is.

mindful that it all belongs.

~

Peace, Eric

#Capacity To Allow

it's always new, nothing ever quiet the same from any moment to the next - there are no true memories of anything, only current thoughts......

Always new:

it’s always new, nothing ever quiet the same from any moment to the next – there are no true memories of anything, only current thoughts that seem that seem to hold us in the past. What we have is right now, just this, and never more than what the present moment offers.

this is all without effort, no mindful push to be anywhere but right now, as if we could ever stray from here. We are present, we are home, and always so. The value of mindfulness is to remember this, relating to each moment in a grateful manner. What we have right now, no matter how mundane, will never be again – our simple moments matter, they are the fabric of time, of our every experience, and add to a life well loved. This isn’t a call to note every detail of the present, but to relax, knowing that every detail appears in its own fashion, unique, and even now changing in its course as something new.

our every moment is always new.

that’s it, the spiritual search ends within the present moment, now, there is nothing to find that isn’t already here. In truth, there’s nothing to find at all. Every question of our existence is immediately answered in the very moment of its asking. Of course we might not be satisfied by the silence that we hear, or even the sounds arriving to our ears. But that’s the only answer, exactly what’s occurring now.

yet it seems important that we ask, as if a question parts a veil that keeps this moment hidden. We ask until we’re ready for this listening, ready for answers appearing plainly as the view. Our questions are just another present moment happening.

every answer is as well.

and always new, revealed unique for each of us alone.

~

Peace, Eric

#Always New

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