A casual forgetting - and so we allow ourselves again the innocence of a first step, the acquaintance of air as new breath, and the world reborn with every with every blink. Our touch against all things is constant. We play in mystery, this forgetting and rediscovery of ourselves in endless fashion. Our joy is in knowing who we are and then the letting go - creating time only as the concept for our own re-awakening.
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There is a length measured in the concept of distance - it's a finite time to play in the mystery of our infinite nature.
Peace,
Eric
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