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Lightly:

lightly, that my world is held a little lighter now, as if the gravity of my self concern lessened in it’s pull. There is freedom here, yet not from a single thing, but the freedom to allow, to see how things belong in their own way, and length of stay. This too, is my own belonging – being an aspect of life without separation from the whole.

it’s a sense of interdependence, I am no longer at fault for conditions of the world, believing myself in charge of things beyond control – and yet to care, offering love, is my deep felt response. This is a natural compassion, coming from a true connection.

to hold it all lightly, just a softer touch to what life offers, a lessening to any fear of loss, and sense of being incomplete. Life flows in its own course of grace and mystery. There is little that I truly control. But my freedom comes through this acceptance, to play my response well, with tenderness, and not give weight to my resistance. I belong to this flow, to both its grace and mystery, and there comes a great trust with this. I will be delivered to the only place I could arrive, and it’s always exact, perfect in the only time it could possibly, ever be.

life brings me always to this moment.

there is nowhere else to be found, always here, now – and it’s this moment that comes lightly, arriving to my response. From this point on, life continues in its flow, and I am lighter, less weight to my concerns.

lightly, lightly…the world goes on.

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Left aware:

when all else is questioned, and found to have no answers of their own, no substance that isn’t seamless to it’s touch of something other – now, I’m simply left aware, with everything belonging. It’s the end of every inquiry, coming to bare essence, seeing. What remains is awareness.

as well as always present – I am aware through every moment, and even as my attention wanders, it never strays from this point of hold, as if an endless harbor to safety of my travels. Awareness itself is the present moment, it’s the motion of time through it’s porous nature, change within an allowing void that stays changeless.

everything belongs here, a seamless aspect of the whole – nothing can be excluded from awareness, and even my wish for a moment to be other, is found gentle in its hold. My comfort isn’t through faith of anything changing, nor of another world to come, but of simply this acceptance. What is now, belongs, as well as my wish for things to change. There is power here, though not of my own, but life in all it offers. To find myself aware, accepting what is, brings my attention to the endless options of what’s to be, of the always changing moment, that right now holds my present healing.

my faith is always in the present moment.

there is no magic here, it’s not a special point of being, no place to strive for, nor great spiritual achievement – it’s simply being home, left aware, content. It’s always been this way, the calm acceptance of my every storm. I’ve always been aware. We all have. It’s our shared belonging.

just waiting to be noticed.

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Just listening:

what’s heard is seamless, sound inseparable from the stillness of its hold, and my own surrender to the listening. It’s all one thing, a singular participation of aspects of the whole, with parts played to their perfection. There is no effort here, no performance of command. It’s just listening, the simplicity of receiving the music of the world.

to hear, it’s my first meditation of the day, an inquiry of what arrives before my need to label – this, is original listening, early morning, and hearing the soft song of dawn. What comes to me is sound, familiar, yet never heard as this before. Each note is new. There is no act of listening, my ears don’t strain to catch a sound. I wait, joined as stillness, and the morning plays for me.

later, sometimes in an instant, it’s all described – birds offering an early song, solitary cars softened by their distance, my own rhythm of heart and breath added to it all. But before I add my thought to this, it’s just listening, pure, seamless, whole.

my morning is received.

this is how it always happens, every sound, that is all emerges from a silent hold, no reach to find ears, but simply left to hang through air, and coincide with where we are. What we hear is seamless, our own belonging played as sound.

just listening…and we receive the world.

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Not apart:

that I’m not apart from it all, whatever’s observed through sight, whatever sound is heard, every thought and sensation that occurs – it’s all belongs to the moment of experience, always now,and at no point am I separate from this belonging.

to this end, there even fails to be an observer, nothing set apart as the source of my awareness, watchful to all that matters. There’s just this current happening of aware, free, inclusive, unconditional, and seamless in its hold.

from here, inquiry ends, without witness there is no point of note – to come to this, and be let go, surrendered to what is, without the prop of self, or soul. Yet somehow too, everything remains the same, thoughts, beliefs, and life through every detail. But lightly now, lightly.

through aware, the world is open to be explored.

it’s a subtle difference, from inquiry to exploration, and a bit further still to simply celebration of it all. There’s no mark of measurement with this, no single point to claim awakening. It’s just how life unfolds. To see, and find no lines drawn from my own beliefs of separation, that I am not apart from life’s current flow, and how it comes to be my world. It’s a mystery, and one without my need answer. Here, than, is my point of celebration…

that I simply am, at all.

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Symbols shared:

offering symbols, descriptions of the world perceived – it’s all words just past their telling point, never quite capturing the moment that’s been seen. These words aren’t given as pointers to some reality that only I can see, our world is shared and we are joined through seeing it all together. What I give is my own description, hopefully poetic in form, and this moment, these symbols shared between us, belong to us both now.

there is only one seeing, even through infinite eyes the world is seen from here alone. This is our true together, our meeting point of aware. If I trace any object of the world back to the source which holds the seeing – there is nothing to be found. It’s the same emptiness every one of those infinite eyes would find.

this is where we see the world.

of course the role of emptiness is to be fulfilled, to lend itself as capacity through service for the world to be. From seeing, comes objects to be seen. To be aware, is to simply hold the world through our awareness, seamless, from emptiness to form.

this is our fulfillment.

again, symbols, these are only words about our seeing – and yet, perhaps, right now we see these words together, something shared between us, something formless, aware, and sensing this, we trace them back…

and see.

To serve:

of service, and always so – through every means of my existence. It’s a system of exchange, a biological trade energetic resource. Everything, of even smallest detail, benefits to the whole. What I am, from cell to breath, is a function of well being. To be alive, to exist – is to serve.

Truly than, I belong to the world.

and on a more subtle level still, my reality is of openness, a spacious hold that serves only for this belonging. My emptiness is a necessity, recognizing my own formlessness allows for me to see the world through a seamless sweep. More than mere emptiness, I am fulfillment of the worlds potential, lending my capacity for the solid reality of appearance.

Emptiness lends itself to form.

always it’s an equal exchange, that I am not empty of, but capacity for – again, the world serves for my fulfillment, to bring purpose to this infinite hold. Everything is in constant trade of subtle essence, objects not existing apart from the air of their surrounding, space not being separate from the form of its caress. It’s one thing in service to itself, something that can be described as my true giving nature, never fully complete until the world appears.

Your appearance serves for my fulfillment.

so, more than service – it now comes to pure devotion. That I exist at all is for my capacity to hold you, emptiness abiding for the moment you appear. Without true borders we are simply space for another to exist in similar function. We are of constant service for each other.

To serve – we only have to be.

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Of simply being:

it’s the ease of simply being, no stress, nor strain to achieve a certain state of mind, no self that needs immediate improvement. Life itself is fine, and yes, even with its tragic moments and circumstances that leave us wrecked in passage. Through these events, life continues, never wavering in its course of possibilities and new beginnings.

suffering is an inescapable aspect of life, and so too is our wish to avoid it and to better ourselves to the point of being untouched by life’s sorrows. Yet we are never removed from the fullness of all the world offers – from the depths of losing what’s most cherished, to the joys brought by love and true connections, it’s all gifted to the moment of our experience.

Nothing more is ever promised.

we take these moments as handed, and no response is really ever a refusal – our grief doesn’t deny any loss, but brings focus to our present sorrow. Suffering isn’t optional, not anymore than joy can can be avoided, both belong to the moment that they’re given, entwined through the very fabric of life. To know of one is to hold the other in awareness, not in contrast between, but to see that life is not selective in its flow, we are all touched in similar ways of loss and bounty.

We know of life and all it offers.

my own sense, now, is one of simply being – I won’t escape life unharmed, and already there’s been sorrow to the point of my surrender, as well as such joy to bring me to my knees in deep appreciation. I’ve known life fully. Through it all there was no escape as to what arrived. For every circumstance avoided, life brought equal in another way. This is karma in it’s truest and only sense, that life is motion and action, and reality will not bend to my demands or wishes. Life happens, and with this simplicity I relax to its grace and mystery, accepting each moment in it’s arrival, as well any wish for things to be other. It all belongs, nothing excluded, nor denied. This is the true ease of simply being…and it all happens completely on it’s own.

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Devotion:

it’s devotion of another kind, not towards a single figure, no item worshiped above all others – this is the openness of our true nature, inclusive to what it holds divine. Everything belongs in equal fashion, unconditional in not just acceptance, but in love as well.

Indeed, only love is ever found.

this is not the love of passion, it’s not affection grown deep between people – this is the love without fail hinted by the Bible, yet more, it’s the true devotion offered by our spacious nature. To this love, we always bring more, a capacity of endless expansion. Nothing is refused, compassion in its most a fierce sense, the world is simply held without our interference.

of course this doesn’t mean without involvement, we are active participants in the world, working with care to have a life that’s filled with meaning. But there’s no real say in how this all unfolds, we are unable to escape the course that life offers. This is the unconditional aspect of devotion, our embrace of the current moment without design for things to be other. What we find here is the immediate acceptance of everything that contradicts this moment – our denial, and every plan we have to shape a different future, falls seamless to this hold.

Everything belongs.

our true devotion is unseen, infinite, and present through it all – it’s subtle in its presence, so immediate and intimate that we fail to give notice. This too is the role of grace, that no effort is needed for this acceptance, life continues in it’s flow, and our only role to simply live. We are devoted by design, spacious, and unconditional in this love.

Nothing more is needed.

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Peace, Eric

Yoga of my headless nature:

in it’s surest sense, this is yoga, a deep seeing of the reality of our connection. For me, this was to be witness to my own empty state of being, an examination of what is actually seen, and of only what’s been surmised through belief and conditions. It’s the yoga of my headless nature.

it’s a simple thing to see – or actually to not see at all, and find an emptiness that somehow too holds all the world. Of course it’s easier to just look than to explain. From any object, and this includes my own body, I trace the line of sight directly to it’s source, traveling back to find the actuality of seeing. What I come to is the absence of a seer, no eyes in witness of themselves, no face to personally be seen. Looking, I find myself headless.

to rationalize, it’s easy to claim what others have seen, descriptions given, photos, and the reflection I receive from the mirror everyday. Yet this is all hearsay, secondhand assurance. I have never seen my own face, and have navigated the world from what others have described. To see myself headless was an awakening. What, and where I believed was the source of my every thought, my sure beliefs, and all that informed me of the world – was absent to my sight.

the practice of yoga is to join the body to the true self, a reach to the divine and then to merge within the infinite source that’s found. With one look, yoga practice by glance, this source was found present, no reach was ever needed. I only had to look in the right direction.

but this is only half the practice (and not a practice at all) – to see this emptiness was to find my fulfillment as well, that what is truly seen is capacity, not empty of a single thing, but the promise to hold the entire world. And even further still.

what’s found is emptiness, and it’s empty of all but purpose.

continuing to look, seeing, and finding the absence of self and head – there is still the world, objects are present, thoughts existing. It’s all just the same. Except different too. Now, in the absence of a head, I see my true awareness. Emptiness is meant to hold, an embrace without notion of personal self, infinite in the potential of its reach. My emptiness is full.

this is a deepening experience, not ending with one knowing glimpse, but now a world open to explore. What I see is seamless, no lines to distinguish myself from it all, everything appearing simply as aware. A new world from the old has been given. This headless grace is always present, ready to receive with every glance and wish to see.

my yoga now, is simply seeing.

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True Worship:

it’s true worship, one found without object to direct our veneration. This is wide open, spaciousness in awe of the form that it becomes, and what now seems solid to allow itself to be defined by this seamless hold. It’s a religion of one, everything in true worship of itself.

this is simply nature, life without interference of how we believe the world should be. It’s how a bud has full trust that its bloom will be received, the sky impartial to the flower to be given. There is nothing but welcome. True worship means to hold the world as its been given, as well as our own wish to offer change. Nature has its own intent, devoted to its continuation. This too is our own belonging, to find ourselves in the flow of life’s expression.

our own bloom will always be received.

to worship, truly so, is not to find ourselves less in anyway – it’s to find our own reflection through all the world offers and be reverent to this sacred view. It’s an equal holiness, seamless, of how the view appears for the pleasure to be seen, and we offer ourselves, aware, as witness to its gifts.

it’s all true worship.

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Repetitions of similar play:

through each moment it’s the repetitions of events that earn us life, from breath to heartbeat it’s the rhythm of our personal day, and on a larger scale our lives are the product of the earth’s repeated turns. We live according to these patterns, repetitions of similar play.

and yet, such subtle difference through each event – of every breath drawn, every heartbeat, it’s all born only to this moment. No repetition is the same. This is the vibrancy of living, that from the very end of one repetition, something new arrives.

it all continues.

through this we find a certain meaning, to observe motion in its infinite play – that there is beauty found in what ends as a cherished holding, our letting go belongs equal to the grief of loss, it’s all now seen as one great continuation.

there are no true endings.

it’s all repetitions, life through display of it’s continuation. We are given this as opportunity, to be witness of the subtle aspect of what’s so often seen familiar. No breath is ever breathed again, it’s always the new air of another moment. Our every heartbeat brings potential, there’s now freedom to explore, to join the world in motion. Each repetition of the familiar delivers a spontaneous moment never before revealed, and not once to be received again.

even through what’s repeated- mystery still remains.

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To forgive:

to forgive, and really this is just a moment born anew – reality itself only accepts and continues on in motion. We are not separate from this action, each moment accepted for what it is present, and our life too goes on without holding to the past.

forgiveness is the simplicity of being present.

and there is nowhere else that we could ever be – right now, without memory to serve us, there is no true grievance that doesn’t belong directly to this moment. What’s done is left to pass. Yes, of course our hurt remains, there is no sense to deny our present pain. Yet forgiveness recognizes our lives as motion, that we are given a constant new beginning, every moment, through everyday.

to forgive isn’t an act of forgetting, nor a divine art of letting go – it’s always, simply, a return to this moment alone. It’s a recognition of where we’re are right now. We forgive – only to return to each present moment. This is where peace is found, our renewal, here, and no effort is needed to be exactly where we are.

we are always here.

so forgiveness happens on it’s own, everything else is only rituals, a performance for our heart and mind. Sometimes we may feel that is necessary, some action needed to convince ourselves that the past is left behind. We do what helps us feel more present. But the truth is, we are never more present than right now. Only the mind teases that we could be somewhere other. Only the mind believes of our return. Forgiveness is our anchor to the moment.

it’s a ritual of returning.

here’s an inquiry for any grievance – what’s found right now? Our hurt and suffering are certainly real and have deep value. No one should diminish another’s pain. But right now, for just this moment, what truly belongs? Our forgiveness doesn’t ask for us to do anything other than deal with what belongs, to tend to our present hurt, and allow life to mend through motion. We don’t forgive others, nor past events – it’s always, and only, about this one tender moment.

it’s about healing, and love.

and it’s always for ourselves alone, not for selfish reason, but because in this moment of forgiveness – there are no others to be found. We forgive, for our own true healing. This is where our inquiry leads us, back to life and the motion that it offers. Right now, forgiveness gives us freedom. We leave the past behind. The ritual is over, no longer needed.

forgiveness is itself the present moment.

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Always sincerity:

as to sincerity, it’s our own natural wonder, innate, and without need of cultivation. What we are is truly revealed through the forgetfulness of daily armor, and the roles we’ve long played. Our first state is always sincerity. It’s our original innocence.

to this end, it’s who we are, sincere from first beginning and continued on through every aspect of our living. Yet sometimes it’s forgotten, or purposely neglected. Life has a tendency to wound, and with few scars we’ve learned to cover our real nature. But in truth, our openness is our best protection. Here, we only touched by love, beyond the reach of what might wound, and it’s here we come to heal.

our sincerity doesn’t shield us from the world, no, in truth we open more fully to it all, unafraid to at times be fearful, to know we might hurt for a thousand different reasons. Through our openness, we are joined as life, no aspect foreign, and without need to be protected.

everything belongs.

sincerity is who we are when we’re not pretending to by anything other than what we are right now – and this always remains life, the simplicity of just being. To be sincere, is to live life by what each moment offers, responsive, and unafraid to be vulnerable, open, and creative. This is simply offering ourselves fully to the world…

Simplicity of its meaning:

it always comes to the simplicity of seeing, the grace found through my own clear perception – life has no hidden agenda, no message writ in stars, nor text found holier than my own true seeing. Life itself is the simplicity of its meaning.

my only role is to live.

and this seems so obvious, an easy role to fill – life presents itself for my participation, and I am happy to be alive. Yet somehow it all becomes complicated, a search for some higher meaning, a sense of lack that needs to be fulfilled. It’s living with a purpose other than my own true call to simply be alive. This isn’t a call to abandon any pursuit, nor to give up the trappings of a finer life. Simplicity is found through every moment, an easy recognition of what belongs, and there is no need to go beyond the clearness of this seeing.

everything belongs.

it really is as simple as this, knowing that everything belongs in the moment of its appearance, and that no struggle will keep things any longer, nor cause them to leave sooner than their time. So too, are my actions found true to this belonging. There’s no contradiction. It’s my own inclusion to each moment, my response as fitting as any other aspect to appear. It’s seeing that I belong as well.

my only cause is a life of simplicity, of allowing and being allowed – it’s an easy sense of being, not avoiding any complications of a regular life, but knowing that it all unfolds in the only fashion that it will, and that my response fits within this order. It’s a seamless flow. Everything belongs. There is no greater cause than this moment found alive.

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Simplicity of its meaning:

it always comes to the simplicity of seeing, the grace found through my own clear perception – life has no hidden agenda, no message writ in stars, nor text found holier than my own true seeing. Life itself is the simplicity of its meaning.

my only role is to live.

and this seems so obvious, an easy role to fill – life presents itself for my participation, and I am happy to be alive. Yet somehow it all becomes complicated, a search for some higher meaning, a sense of lack that needs to be fulfilled. It’s living with a purpose other than my own true call to simply be alive. This isn’t a call to abandon any pursuit, nor to give up the trappings of a finer life. Simplicity is found through every moment, an easy recognition of what belongs, and there is no need to go beyond the clearness of this seeing.

everything belongs.

it really is as simple as this, knowing that everything belongs in the moment of its appearance, and that no struggle will keep things any longer, nor cause them to leave sooner than their time. So too, are my actions found true to this belonging. There’s no contradiction. It’s my own inclusion to each moment, my response as fitting as any other aspect to appear. It’s seeing that I belong as well.

my only cause is a life of simplicity, of allowing and being allowed – it’s an easy sense of being, not avoiding any complications of a regular life, but knowing that it all unfolds in the only fashion that it will, and that my response fits within this order. It’s a seamless flow. Everything belongs. There is no greater cause than this moment found alive.

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Versions of what is:

it’s not for truth, although once I believe my search as so defined, but that reality itself seems to hold versions of what is truthful through various circumstances and the observers state of mind. No one holds an ultimate truth, and there is no point of final understanding. I am my own living reality, truth told through moments of direct experience and only then let go.

each moment holds a slightly different version of what is.

this isn’t a claim of nothing being true, or that aspects of reality can’t be explained – this is my own philosophy of thought, another version told. Yet certainly I’ve found no permanent truth to hold to, my life life has proven to be nothing more than a shifting perspective. What was once believed as gospel now seem naive. My truth has grown in its capacity of discernment, that a description of any event, or object belongs only to the moment it occurs or is witnessed.

truly, I know nothing beyond the present moment.

but I navigate life as if I do, holding certain to my daily reality, of what is seen, and feels real. This is a helpful version of truth. I know the sun will rise in the east, my day begins with the sureness of this ritual, my every sense tells this is so. This an appearance of truth. Of course reality is the rotation of earth.

what’s true comes to me in layers.

and even insights and sudden revelations only show a layer to my mind – if I wait, deeper still in silence, there comes the calm of letting even them go by. I have no need to know anything as certain. As everything is, I too am defined by layers. What I am, my truth, final or otherwise, will never fully be revealed.

at least not in this version told.

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