A kind of a surrender - and yet not self given to a thing or to another, but a subtle annihilation of this concept we hold as self. We, as a separate entity, are replaced in the favor of one thing viewed as a singular flow of life. It has been this all along - only now, as surrendered, we are not seen apart but as the whole. One thing. There is new meaning to our travels. No longer a bridge across distance - our steps are simply a self caress through the illusion of time. We always arrive here - again at the point of our surrender.
Peace,
Eric
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