In parts - and in between we find the mystery of the world. Even in our grandest view our attention falls short of whole. The infinite is beyond our focus. Yet every part is a revelation of the spaciousness of its reality. Our life is but a portion viewed within awareness - attention given to the details of gathered thoughts we hold as who we are. It's the perfect arrangement of the experience of now, this moment that seems as years, this part given. Yet our truth is always more. What allows our part to be played in the finite aspects of self - is our capacity as an awake, loving, endless presence, that allows it all to be. We are no less than the mystery itself. The source of every part.
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It seems we run in portions, a measured time and distance - yet always there is the whole of our reality. waiting to greet each step.
Peace,
Eric
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