Too Seamless

Too Seamless:

too seamless for description, yet even now the page demonstrates a willingness to hold words without bias, and if spoken aloud the air would allow each syllable to be known. Reality is a display of this harmonious interaction, of capacity and its endless embrace of every detail of the world. No words ever truly capture this, but they belong through their attempt.

seamless to page and air.

this is the middle path, to speak of capacity as the fullness of its hold, emptiness as the very essence of form — not one aspect of reality denied. It’s all one thing really, distinctions given, and yet nothing stands apart in their comparison. This is seen throughout nature, as a season blends into another, trees give roots through ground and branches to the sky — there is no true point of separation, only capacity serving its own point of creation, emptiness displaying its fulfillment.

seamless, all.

last night I watched the moon at play, a dance of light tipped clouds, shadows cast, motion. It was a spontaneous choreograph of illusions through the ever presence of reality. The moon holds no light of its own, it’s never less full than any other moment, not touched by single cloud.

and yet…

there was some magic here, appearance showing me a reality of soft light and moon play, an easy peek of clouds touched through all. Another reality all together. For this, I was capacity, a witness to my own display, emptiness in service to this awe. More seamless still, in the reality of the moment, there was no capacity, no witness found, just this, just this, always, appearing, not appearing,

just this.

too seamless for description.

~

Peace, Eric