it's the same space, one, undivided - that which is found between thought and touched against objects of the world as well. There is no line through formlessness, distinctions simply given room for their brief appearance as the illusion of form. It's a magic show, real and yet a mystery of it's own accord. Our reality is this space, and a moment seemed solid, we are an essential part of the show - the mystery playing as form, even forgetting ourselves in this role if only briefly. But always we remain, open, spacious, and undivided in our nature.
~
Peace,
Eric
No comments:
Post a Comment