Only one - and my appearance found in every aspect of the world. Truly, no point of separation belongs between us. From the source comes this body held as mine - and yet nowhere does it cease aside from its given form. My flesh becomes air in continuation and further on there comes a breeze against you. This touch is our becoming - just one in the infinite encounters of the duality of the senses. We have given ourselves this mystery of appearance, a separation of no truth and no reason save for the pleasure of one thing carried on as an aspect of another. Only one - and so there is the world.
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At any given point - a single step contains the world. Nothing is far away when we are released from the expectation of arriving. We are here. Any further destination is impossible. The illusion is one of thought - we tell ourselves not yet, not here, and only a little farther. But this it, right here, now, this step. There is nowhere else to go. We continue on not for any sense of achievement (which is always fleeting) but for unknown reasons that satisfies the soul of the world.
Peace,
Eric
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