Self - Contained

contained - and at once, too, found without borders. There is a paradox to what we are, form with infinite space to surroundings, and the space itself that allows form its moment of expression. We can be both, indeed our true presence abides as endless awareness, impartial to the shift of our focus. Our humanness is perfection, a mysterious becoming that demands to be both divine and profane, and it all fits within our true existence. Thus we are contained - yet only by our own infinite surrounding. 

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Peace,

Eric