Always, only light - and a world thought in colors of the mind. Even form is light, slowed to know the nature of a touch. Things appear solid, and our belief holds the world in place - yet in truth, all we meet is light.
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We ourselves are gathered light brought to form, of no substance yet bright in our existence. There is nothing we meet that is not ourselves in various shades of reflection. In certain moments of a run we know this certain and so - we shine in effortless motion, extending always as one.
Peace,
Eric
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