Go Here

Go here - and in fact it is our residing reality oft forgotten. We are lead astray by thoughts in mistaken view of our identity. As if clouds could ever hold the sky as a passing illusion to their permanence. Our truth is one of open sky, clear, spacious, and allowing of clouds and varied storms. Sometimes we are lost to crowded thoughts and a hurried mind - we fear we are the clouds in permanent form. We're not. We are never not the sky.

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Distance creates an odd dynamic of contracting to a moment of intense detail, ragged breath, aching lungs and legs and a thousand more possibilities - and yet too it is an opening to a broad horizon that holds all things within it's view. And that's life. One thing happens within a larger perspective of who we really are. They don't cancel each other out. Yet by knowing the largeness of our true reality - we have room to allow things to simply be the way they are, and pass in time on their own accord.

Peace,

Eric