With no purpose nor meaning - there is just the
grace of our appearance and
the joy of simply
being.
It's enough to find ourselves here - life
~
We assign meaning and purpose to the things of the world and the thoughts we hold. It's how we navigate the life's surface. Yet the depth of it all is found as a calm acceptance of all that arises, and all that passes. As the sky is equally undisturbed by clouds or storms - we too, at the core of our reality, remain as capacity for life to be. Storms and all. So too with distance - always expanding from each step taken, never diminished, nor wavering in its invitation. There can be no real goal within this openness. We will never fill it. We may only (re)discover our own spacious nature. And run for the joy of this discovery.
Peace,
Eric
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