it's not my absence from the world - really more an expansion of self to the point beyond the limitations of what a self could possibly hold. This presence is no longer (always) known as a singular point that views the world from the vantage of its separation. Clearly seen, it's not my presence at all, but a continuous spread of all existence that allows a distinction of thought and form to appear and which I claim in time to call my own.
Yet at no point have I broken from the whole.
It's still, and always, presence.
So it's not my absence - there is still a self that remains conscious of it's unique arising within the art-scape of existence. But now there is a seeing of how this self truly belongs, a mysterious play of formless nature in full allowance of what may come to be.
And somehow - here I am.
~
Peace,
Eric
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