And I grieve not in loss, but for my perception so limited in what is allowed of you. Every thought recalls only memories, stories told, and impression made. The larger part of you still rest against me, now unseen, and beyond the senses. My grief is only for my smaller self that still reside in belief of separation. Our reality is not of loss but of one always joined together. After sorrow - I hold this truth alone.
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To tie this to running - distance is never broken to smaller parts, but always stretched as our own dimension. There is no place that we're not found.
Peace,
Eric
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To Margherita, poet, friend, and better aspect of my own self. I love you.
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