A subtle confrontation - where once seen there is now the headless space of reality. Our spaciousness never subsides to the view of expectations. We demand a solid world to see, and more we wish to add form to the void from where our sight is born. And yet we always sense the absence of the viewer. Our confrontation begins in self-wonder and exploring the limits of our form. By simply looking, our direction of view turned back against itself, we come face to the no-face of our existence. Nothing there. Everything here. A confrontation so profound that we accept it. We are - because of our capacity to not be. The key to any confrontation is the paradox of truth.
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Running leads to some strange things - and nothing more so than the lack of actual runner. Once seen, there is still form, still motion, and always distance. But the runner is gone so all those things can simply Be.
Peace,
Eric
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