Our gift is this acceptance - self unopposed in recognition of its own mystery. We are intimate with the appearance of all things, beholder, as well as that which has arisen in thought and view. Nothing occurs apart from us, indeed, our acceptance is truly our own embrace of each occurrence as an aspect of self in hidden guise.
In light of this - our real gift is always
intimacy.
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One thing - appearing as path and runner.
peace,
Eric
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