sometimes it's called love - the easy acceptance of the present moment, nothing excluded, and more so, intimacy in the sense of one thing truly being an extension of what appears to be another. It's a great flow of energy and all things are expressed in unique fashion within an aware embrace of presence.
It's happening now.
And we too are this love.
Even when we don't remember - it happens simply on
its own.
~
Peace,
Eric
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