held - yet more, absorbed into the
very fabric of existence.
there is the appearance of things separate from the
source of which they're viewed.
but nothing belongs outside us - and once
seen, again, we merge as
seen and seer.
~
Really, it's an illusion of sight, a play of senses to divide the world and again tease us in reunion - and all the while there is the reality of One existence.
Peace,
Eric
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