there is no denial that by virtue of thought and form there is an identification of a self that navigates through the world. There is a me believed to be solid. And yet - by simply turning towards the source from which this sense of self emerges, there too is no denial that nothing solid exist. At least it's so in the view I hold. I can't deny either side, and in fact, see no need to do so. On one end - I am empty, open, an endless allowance for all things to be. On the other end there is the world. But here, which is exactly where I now find myself - there is only the view, seamless, no lines to distinguish two. Right here, it's just a mystery, empty, yet so full of everything.
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Peace,
Eric
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