returned - with every glance I am again found in true belonging, my wandering mind brought to the details of surroundings, beauty, grace, all vivid in the moment of my seeing. It's here that I return, empty of absolute location, and yet central by design - each step traveled, thoughts imagined far, I am always no more than a glance of my returning.
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It's about seeing - an object simply traced back to the seat of our attention, the origin of sight given a moments favor in appreciation of the view that's held. In this way we return to original grace, sight alone without the weight of expectations.
It's our return to Eden.
Even though we never left the
garden.
Peace,
Eric
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