it's not that we meet - at no point is there lost ground between us, and even to hint of a continuation is to imply that somewhere we leave off and there's room for another to begin. There is presence, only, and a distinction in its flow that appears as you, and a ripple again that seems as me. Yet always, presence only.
There is nowhere in this that we could meet, or continue, or be anything other than the mystery of this whole - appearing as each other.
~
Peace,
Eric
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