nothing is lost, nor are we ever incomplete - although it certainly appears so at times. Our reality, what is true for at least right now, is always and only this present moment. We have our breath, a heartbeat of life, an embrace of infinite space against us - sky, sun, and stars as our extension. What is lost from this? How could anything touched from the farthest heavens be incomplete? This moment holds it all. Life. There is nothing lacking in this aliveness. Yet thoughts otherwise persist - but now seen through the moment of our completion, even they belong. They're simply part of the flow of all things, here, for whatever length of their appearance.
Again, the reality of this moment remains.
Nothing lost.
Nothing incomplete.
Ever.
~
Peace,
Eric
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