Known as presence - and all else simply experienced within a temporary framework called time. Life itself is continuous in varied form and each aspect a singular point of its expression. We are this presence, a constant backdrop that allows personality, a self identified with thought and body, a life lived with loss, sorrow, joy, and gain. It's a mystery why these things appear, why we seem to come to a separate existence. Perhaps for no reason save for the eternal to know itself as temporary form, or simply for the wonder of its own mystery. Regardless, it's all done in a great love of giving each thing its own place in time, a moment of perfect expression be it as brokenness or whole. We are this presence, this love that allows it all. It's our mystery.
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Running - we accept it all. Even as we seek to change things.
Peace,
Eric
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