Unbound To A Singular Becoming

And so let go - unbound to a singular becoming, we exist as all things. It's the ideas we cherish unexamined that contain us in the false world of a separate self. We believe in the lie of distance - even as we're embraced by its reach, trading our solidness to the sweep of motion. Yet we return to the belief of things far away. Until at once let go - no explanation, beyond all reasons, our lives are given over to pure existence. The lie is over. There is only distance, holy in its continued spaciousness - and a runner is its self-caress.

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Peace,

Eric