Our Breath Yields to Greater Air (Or the immediacy of greater distance)

Of yielding - this lessening grasp of self to minor things of world and mind. It's a subtle shift of inclusion. Our breath yields to greater air and thus again becomes the sky. So too do we find ourselves in distance - a step given and let go, our sense of self in singular location, all broaden to the stretch of far horizons. We have yielded only illusions. Our truth is always found by letting go.

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If we yield our hold of far off ends - we find the immediacy of greater distance.

Peace,

Eric