From my view - I vanish in your presence. There is the emptiness that holds a promised fulfilled by the appearance of all things. Our truth is both the emptiness and appearance, the promise and its fulfillment. We are a shared reflection. Distance unfolds from this view without a single point of origin. Space simply encounters itself in the guise of form. Steps follow and yet the trail is pathless. We wander, joyful, with an illusion of intent. Motion is a prayer to and of itself. Stillness our abiding presence. It's one view - seen from many eyes.
Peace,
Eric
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