Everything is held in love - it's subtle, and at once infinite in its expansion. Nothing is denied in this embrace, a moment is cherished not for what it holds, but simply for its appearance within awareness. Just as soon there comes a letting go - and love too provides a grace for all that passes. Love remains.
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Distance too, even in its furthest reach - remains in the subtle arms of loves embrace. We run with love, and always as love. Every step.
Peace,
Eric
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