There is no single place of our beginning - in the midst of distance one step becomes the whole and we are both completion and preparation for the next step taken. Distance presents itself in the immediacy of here, our own spaciousness, we see ourselves unfolding in an invitation to explore by means of thought and body. In this sense, we never truly move, as earth and sky both belong within this invitation. We stay in stillness and allow the wash of life and time to pass within us. The illusion is this self we lend to motion. Perhaps than, our beginning is in this seeing - all things simply continue in differing forms and through formlessness. Once seen clearly - our beginning has no end.
Peace,
Eric
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