This is what we offer - our own disappearance in the faith of each encounter. We believe truly that the world is our existence, that we meet only ourselves in the guise of every form, and that indeed, even the formless is a gift in its allowance. We offer our own vast emptiness for all things to simply be, we give in spacious understanding, with no need to interject an illusion of who we think we are. What we offer is the intimacy of this recognition - we are no more than space, in full awareness of one existence.
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And so this too is distance in its welcome of steps, and the air in its allowance of breath to be in motion. There is nothing that's not shared.
Peace,
Eric
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