Our Own Flight Of Grace

Not against - and even within is not quite right either. It's more a subtle giving way of self to formless and again once more to form. As a bird is at once the winged grace of a singular expression as well as an aspect of sky in self caress - we too are single points of infinite beauty continued as a whole. There is no claim of our own self in this view. We move as the worlds request, our own flight of grace dancing on the ground. One thing - giving way to the beauty of itself.

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And this is running - one thing expressed as motion. The sky being drawn as breath, earth giving rise to meet itself as steps. All one thing.

Peace,

Eric