We are given nothing - and from this point the world is born. This is the mystery of existence, this aware emptiness giving rise to an endless array of itself in full distinction. It's the mystery of who we are. Clearly, we are form in temporary note, and yet further viewed we are able to find ourselves in the formlessness as well. To simply look in a returned gaze is striking in its absence of a viewer. With this one act we are home. This is the nothing that we've been given, the full potential of creation is this beginning, this spaciousness is where worlds are born.
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Distance - is nothing more than our expansion.
Peace,
Eric
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