Purposeless - and grace is found by
earth and step.
~
Perhaps a greater purpose - or even none at all. It's enough to simply Be. Our existence is told in infinite language not spoken in common lives. We are grander than believed and too we are simplicity itself. And so to be defined by what purpose - an ego's game of win or lose? A race to hold a certain place across ground and time? Here's a purpose - to be lived through by life itself, an expression of beauty and known grace, to be motion for the caress we offer to earth and air. Our steps know this by design. Gravity is no more than the weight of their desire. Their only purpose is the fall and the love of their connection.
Peace,
Eric
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