It all belongs - by virtue of appearance there comes a spacious understanding that this too is to be held within presence. We are open to this, built to receive, and cherish for a moment, with the grace of then letting go. As well, we are the source that offers no judgment in distinction of arrival, empty of all but welcome and compassion, nothing is foreign in our reception. This is the holiness of who we are, a sanctuary of acceptance, everything belongs for the measure of its stay. Nothing is denied. It all belongs.
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Distance is empty of all but acceptance, and in the paradox of this regard, there is no limit to what it holds.
Peace,
Eric
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