- and as such everything comes to be. Reaching, my hand seems to leave off in a sudden void, and yet touched by air and continued through sky I am intimate with every moon, sun, and star. More so, my own state is nothing less (or more) than the capacity that greets the world in view and form - in less solid moments I am mingled dust yet somehow aware, astonished to find a self here at all. I have no idea how this all came about.
But it is.
and I am grateful it continues in its way...
~
Peace,
Eric
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