Jul 7, 2024
I turned myself blue, but forced my way through / And I'm still a kid looking for answers.
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I turned myself blue, but forced my way through / And I'm still a kid looking for answers.
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.
~
Peace, Eric
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.
~
Peace, Eric
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.
~
Peace, Eric
Remembering every attempted flight I don’t want to stay here I told myself I’d listen close I filled my ears The lone nights are long Know you can understand You just want to transform, an empty stage A fit of rage and you are born
I turned myself blue, but forced my way through And I’m still a kid looking for answers I ended up wrong the faster I’ve gone But I know I am finding the answers
I am not what appears I am failures and fears But I’m on my way, I am on my way
Man, I love this song and this band, and yet this will be their last. No more music from this friggin' amazing band. :(