Evidence Shows me:
it’s based on what’s found, simply looking and noting what the evidence shows me — this is science as true as any university or lab. More so, it’s personal, my own involvement, and always available for any moment I wish to deeply see.
to just look, that’s all — from the world back to the source which holds the view. It’s a returned gaze in search of who it is that’s truly seeing. I can pick any object and note the reality of its existence, how it appears solid, distinct, completely on its own. But what about…
most obvious of all is my own mystery — that I simply don’t know my own true origin, of how I find myself here at each moment. None of this is my own doing. There is no conscious choice of being alive. Awareness happens completely on it’s own. I am a somehow grace of existence, a spontaneous appearance, present and aware.
it seems odd that this alone isn’t enough, that a story needs to be added — everything, right now, is a miracle of existence, without first cause, nor reason for any of it to exist at…
Don’t call it anything:
don’t call it anything — life itself is absent of description, happening at once and by its own notice and design. It’s what we awaken to, our own current moment of being alive and belonging to life through every aspect of its flow. There’s nothing else but this. To even say that we’re awakened implies a subtle line in our participation, that perhaps things will somehow be different than before.
life is always exactly as it is.
there’s nothing to be liberated from, no enlightenment gained — there’s only being alive and appreciative that each moment…
even the body is mostly space, our every atom a galaxy of it’s own — nothing is truly as it seems, emptiness more our reality than form, and as this we are intermingled as the world. In this light who can really say exactly what they are? We are mostly parts, a collection of things with no intrinsic value save their touch of space and other parts. What makes any of this an individual?
our existence depends entirely on parts, somehow gathered.
what we are is mostly a pattern, an energetic structure within a universe of vast design…
with sure and true elegance, seamless — the world appears. This is how we first see, our original view before interpretation. It shows our own inclusion, showing how easy we belong throughout it all. Amidst. This is easy to return to, our present view is always ready to reveal the obvious, to show us exactly where we are within a seamless world.
everywhere is center.
yes, there are distinction — a tree comes from earth, branches spread in a reach through sky. Yet it is never not a touch of one thing, there is no point where a tree…
science points to a universe without meaning, purposeless with exception of its own function — and with no grand designer to make it all appear. The world, and stars, and the infinite space of between, arose spontaneously, without divine order. In this regard we are simply a function of life, highly evolved, yet not of anymore significant than any other ape, and certainly no more so than the other countless lifeforms that make this planet home.
there is some magic here,
it’s the miracle of existence. That we are here, alive, and without real reason as…
really, I’m not concerned about the enlightenment, nor the ego, and have no interest in any sort of salvation — all of these are issues beyond my interest and control. They are thoughts that appear and lead to a fantasy outside this present moment. It’s fine to speculate, to be curious what, if anything, exist as an afterlife, or if the ego has any power of it’s own. But again, it’s all an appearance, simply thoughts that come and go. It’s what remains that has my interest.
this moment, I find myself aware, relaxed — nothing mentioned above…
we see things that don’t exist, at least not in the sense we think they do — existence is energy, motion, and when we see a solid world we witness the illusion of appearance. Things simply aren’t as they seem and we take much or granted. It’s incredible to know that the world danced itself into being from an emptiness that came before and still holds sway as pure potential.
what we really see is emptiness in its exchange to form.
we too are a great part of this exchange, aware capacity giving cause to its own fulfillment…
What it shows:
what it shows is seamless — that everything belongs at once, as it is, without true borders that call for things to be a certain way. The world is not divided. A tree isn’t found as an object on it’s own, apart from earth and its reach separate from sky. It’s a seamless touch of one thing, distinct, yet still and always belonging as the whole.
this too, is how we fit in, just as seamless as a tree — our soul is of the earth, roots deep, and our every breath is drawn from sky. This…
Without first cause:
eventually, we are left without an answer — our every inquiry ends with the silent assurance of mystery, ineffable, and without need of knowing more. Life just is. This doesn’t negate the curiosity of science, seeking to explain the working of the world, exploring how life came to be. Philosophers too, continue to ask the deeper questions. But we know that it all arrives without first cause, spontaneous in appearance, and that the questions of why things are exactly as the are for us — will never truly be answered. Our inquiry ends without knowing.