Perhaps one line drawn, a distinction made after all - there is the world becoming from this empty, spacious clarity where I once thought myself to be. Having looked, gaze directed back in return to source - I found my absence. From this awake void comes a sudden body, and then continued as the world. To look further - even this line is an imaginary border. It's not the beginning of the world at all, but existence serving itself as form. No, perhaps there isn't a line - only the mystery of appearance in the openness that holds it all.
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Distance is channeled to the pinpoint of every runner - it starts here, continues from our every step. It's the openness of who we are. Just look. In the absence of lines that separate the scene from seer - we appear.
Peace,
Eric
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