Presence - For The Sake Of Conversation

I like the word presence - for me it hints at an unbroken promise of continuation, one thing simply opening itself to the appearance of what seems another. As presence I am granted this moment in singular form, a lifetime, yet at no point am I removed from the process that gives life itself, my breath is of the same air touched against clouds, my bones and skin made of dust that once belonged as earth and stars. It's all presence in an ever changing pattern of a self-less existence lending itself as space and substance. 

It is exactly what it is, a mystery, and only called presence for the sake of conversation. 

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Peace,

Eric