This presence, ours - and found in step and earth and the air that passes in between. We are all things in essence, and more we are the template of allowance for all things to arise. Inter-dependent from the view of one existence. Our one step is the illusion of a singularity of purpose - in truth it is met by distance in every aspect of its nature. There is no real purpose to be displayed. We simply follow as the sweep of presence unfolding as itself in the guise of steps and ground.
Peace,
Eric
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