This other me - undefined, clear, and so full of its capacity to become. In one look I am instantly the scenery of my gaze. And more, it seems perhaps this is the only me, one thing in a continuous flow of existence, a visit to an illusion of self and then once more gone free. Perhaps still, its all been turned around - there is the source alone and nothing more. The scenery and seer are one.
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Don't believe the myth of distance - nothing real is far away.
Peace,
Eric
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