Ours - yet even this suggest a separation. There is presence, alone, undivided, in awareness to itself. Nothing but this existence. In this there comes a brief appearance, life arising in countless forms. So it seems that we are two - and even to share within this world would seem to keep us far apart. Still, there is always, and only, presence. We return to this, mindful, knowing words will never tell so obvious a truth - we are one.
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Every step remembers the obvious truth of one existence - ground, air, only seem as two in thoughts of separation. Motion is the revelation of one thing in continuous discovery of itself. And so we come to distance.
Peace,
Eric
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