Our mystery is in this gathering - nothing is distinct within existence, no strand can be parted and called complete upon its on. We are because everything else is as well. And yet somehow too, our deepest mystery is that we are this spacious allowance that invites all things to gather in accord to becoming what we know as life. We are whole by the illusion of parts and still more we are what allows the parts to be seen as whole. It is indeed a marvelous mystery.
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A thousand steps, a hundred miles - yet distance never decreases. Space between runner and object may diminish but distance always stretches on. Our own measure is not between objects however, nor even distance itself. We are too endless for even that.
Peace,
Eric
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