Left behind - yet still not separate from our surroundings. Only expanding on as true existence and slipping past boundaries of the mind. We have taken on the false persona of our beliefs, small, set apart, and fraught within the world. It's this we leave behind. Our truth is found behind the gaze - this unnamed largeness, brilliant in its open nature, always waiting our return. By looking outwards we accept beliefs in what we see. Unquestioned. Our returned gaze is always unchanging, present, holding all within its view. There is nothing to believe accept for what the moment offers. It's there for us too see. Simply look - only what's false is left behind. The truth waits only for recognition.
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We don't run to meet distance - our own largeness contains it all. Every breath and each step tells of our existence. We are far - our breath drawn from sky. And we are near - as steps graced against the earth. We run to meet ourselves as the truth of who we are.
Peace,
Eric
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