Here's our practice - to be edgeless in the sharp divide of false vision of the world. There is another way to see. With sight solely directed in an outward view there comes a limit to what we know as our existence. We always meet an edge of separation. Yet turned around - we find no evidence of the view being separate from its point of origin. We find no edge. One thing is seamless in the many expression of its existence. A tree is no less than life itself expressed in continuation from the sky. There is no edge to this field of vision and being - we too continue from tree, to sky, and on again to singular view of completion. Turned around - we see ourselves in edgeless wonder.
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Running - an edge appears, yet every step proves our continuation.
Peace,
Eric
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