It's our view alone - this single moment occurrence aligned in its perfection. We are the witness to what seems like infinite parts come together for an instant in our view. For us alone - every sunset, and landscape, and each artful encounter for the senses. No one else may share in this, for in truth, there is no one aside from what is seen and the One that holds the view. Even this fails in words, as nothing falls separate from the source in which every scene unfolds. We are self witnessing self in a play of parts to tease the sight into letting go of separation. It's not infinite parts come together at all, but one thing - in full realization and wonder of itself.
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Running brings us to the ultimate scenery of self revealed in every step taken. There is another aspect of ourselves found here, in the beauty of each unfolding moment.
We only have to notice.
Peace,
Eric
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