seeing, and it's as much about what's not found as it is what's seen. My own absence is traced back from a world of objects to the formlessness of true self. In my return view there is nothing that resembles the form I thought I owned, my eyes sightless to themselves, spaciousness where I believed my head belonged.
and yet -
seeing, there's now the world that is my own
continuation as awareness.
I am not limited as me.
I'm the view
as well,
and more - I am all that it
contains.
~
Peace,
Eric
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