once then, as even the runner is gone, and there's
nothing left to be, but the presence of
it all
there is only pure awareness.
~
At some point - even the view disappears, as there's no one left to bear witness to the scene, lines are gone, and there's only the perfect unfolding of what is now. Nothing else but presence aware of itself, the view disappeared into one existence. We are witness to ourselves.
Peace,
Eric
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