This body - now seen as further
light and every star is
my existence.
We are nothing more than everything - touched upon its own continuation.
~
At once - we are distance, motion, and the desire to know ourselves beyond imagined borders. As light, we create the shadows of our play and again the illumination of their ceasing. Our body is one thing layered as world and then galaxies in infinite reach. We are each this - and more, we are aspects of each other seen in bright reflection. In truth, we are nothing but the allowance for all this to be. Everything.
Peace,
Eric
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