We just go on - expressed as form and formless. We find ourselves continued in inconceivable ways. Find the single point where the infinite touches against flesh and we become less than who we are. With hands pressed to air our reach continues past the stars. There's only this on going presence of awareness. There's only Oneness dreamed in many forms. And so we come to distance - and a single step seeing itself in the vastness of its beauty.
Peace,
Eric
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