Gathered Now As Form

Aware, and gathered now as form - perhaps, if only to

know the touch of one existence. 

~

We are divided, not as reality, but in the experiences arising within presence - at no time are we apart from the whole and yet we give ourselves to playful encounters of our own design. To know the nature of a touch we pretend our own separation, we imagine steps as reaching for the earth, and distance as a place of our achievement. It's how we play. Even as we deep down know the truth of one existence. 

Peace,

Eric