it's curious, this undefined region from nowhere to world, from clearly seeing my own absences to finding myself as thought and form. There's no border crossed, no point where there is a sudden becoming, emptiness traded for solidity. It's simply one existence appearing in a subtle fashion from it's own formless nature. Turning my attention directly back to source, my eyes giving search for their own appearance - I find myself as nothing. But again, looking outward, and once more I am found. It's not a trick of faith, believing in an illusive trade of views. It's the paradox of my nature. What I find in my disappearance is capacity.
From there - I reemerge as the view, holding
all the world.
In truth, it's all one thing, happening at
once, always.
~
Peace,
Eric
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