As an edge, yet not sharp against the world but contoured as form in the curve of its caress. This is the play of duality, the reason for the solidity that we offer, to know ourselves as every aspect imagined and still remain in spacious existence. As the wind knows itself in the sway of leaves, we too find ourselves in subtle ways - and in this grace we touch reality. There's only one thing offered and only one received. And that is who we are.
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Perhaps we run for no reason - than to run. It's the joy we offer to ourselves.
Peace,
Eric
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