No Rain, No Wind, But Something

There is no rain against us, nor wind that finds we offer a resistance - we are inseparable from their occurrence. By virtue of the view alone, we are known as scenery, intimate to the point of no departure. There are no lines drawn in singular existence. So we are participants in this - another drop offered in the rain, a resting moment of the wind. We are - and all is included.

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Running is just more of this - more of our own nature allowed to become in all that we witness.

Peace,

Eric