Each individual drop falls within the whole of rain. There is no singular existence. I am - yet only because you are. This is the favor offered and returned to one another, our capacity to allow presence to continuously unfold in the guise of every form. In our view there is the world at large and not a hint behind the gaze. We are absent to our own eyes. There are no lines drawn here, no split in the field of vision - just life, whole, continuing in a spread of mystery. One thing.
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Distance can't be seen - only landmarks given as a hint of how large we truly are.
Peace,
Eric
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