Perhaps not even a shift - so subtle this awareness of our spaciousness and then this given form emerging on its own. To look for our origin is to arrive at nothing. Yet here we are, somehow come forth fully in distinction from the emptiness of it all. In a blink we can disappear again, carrying form to formlessness, motion to stillness, and our concept of self to the simplicity of Being. Not even a shift - we are all this at once, life in continuation of the mystery of its origin. Trace the view of what is now held, beyond the eyes, in our own headless space - we are found.
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Distance starts behind the view - there is no end in sight. Running puts us perfectly in the exact place of our arrival. There is nowhere else we could possible be. Enjoy the moment.
Peace,
Eric
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