ceaseless - as rivers flowing to an
oceans edge and are no less
in their becoming
we too are more than single bodies.
~
It's not air, and then breath, then air again - we breathe the sky itself and in this we too expand to a greater reality. The same is true in steps and earth, at no point does one separate from the other. We meet ourselves on the grounds of our own becoming. Like this - we are ceaseless, just one thing opening itself to its own mystery, countless in the ways of its expression.
Peace,
Eric
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