Finding Nothing Of Self

As essence - and here we're found, the last of all negations, formless, and now full as our capacity to hold all things. We come to this through dismissal of our belief in the illusion of parts. Finding nothing of self in form, thought, or function, and yet a continuation of awareness as all of this passes. We are found in the only thing that remains - the allowing template that gives of its very spaciousness for the things of life to be.

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In the end - there is no pursuit of distance. We are always in the midst of our own spacious wonder. The illusion is that there is some place to be.

Peace,

Eric