We remain untouched by the world - yet only so in the pure light of our awareness. Our truth is that there is a singular reality of existence. Everything is simply the appearance of One. In this regard the world is no more separate from us than air against our skin, we find ourselves as subtle layers of it all, spaciousness dancing with itself in given form. We remain untouched for there is nothing apart from us, an embrace of one thing against itself in unconditional acceptance and love. Everything belongs - there is nowhere else for things to be.
It's all in perfect order.
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Through distance we see that even a mark to designate arrival is still embraced by the immeasurable. A runner is always in the middle of that in which they seek to know.
Peace,
Eric
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