Serving beauty - our very presence being the capacity that allows each moment its distinction. All things occur within an openness that seems to part in subtle wonder for their appearance, spaciousness somehow giving rise to form. As a flower blooms in an expression of sunlight, rain, and garden - we too are fertile ground for life to bloom within us, providing beauty the nourishment of attention. At no point are we apart from the beauty that arises, a flower belongs to the whole of existence, and we too serve for the pleasure of creation.
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Peace,
Eric
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