only the immediacy of you - in
every moment you hold
my vision
~
In a pure, true sense - our spaciousness only serves to hold the world. We are the capacity that allows all things to be, and in turn allows for their passing. Our invitation is open to reality. However it may be and for the length of its appearance. As we travel - a runner, walker, or other means - we find our own point of stillness the constant invitation. We welcome distance within ourselves and but not a step is really taken - we are that which never moves. We are the invitation.
Welcome.
Peace,
Eric
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