With no true point of origin - there's just one thing continuous in existence. We have emerged only in appearance and even this is deceiving. Do we leave off at the touch of air upon the skin? There is no line drawn between the two. With eyes closed even the false borders that hold us to the flesh disappear. It's only the thought of our separate existence that weighs us within a moment. Our essence is weightless, timeless, and free. Yet we freely play the game of place and distance for the joy of a single step taken. We are life expressed as aspects of living and nothing is truly separate from us. We are not deceived by the senses but are given in pleasure to their entrapment. Life. This is our one great stretch of living, nothing goes beyond this, there is only existence in many and every guise. Run, breathe, and simply live. It's all life. It's all love.
Peace,
Eric
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