my own cosmology - in two ways I have begun, from nothing to form, and then a later recognition again of formless nature that's never left at all. At any point I find a spaciousness that allows for the sudden appearance of body, a field of view that opens to an inclusive world, and a silent template for thoughts and sounds to pass or linger. There is a constant birth of galaxies that come to distinction as trees, and birds, and rocks - all the details of the world. I can find my own origin, disappearance, and resurrection at one, in a glance, and abide in the paradox of being as a body, a person, and nothing solid as well.
I am in creation.
A cosmology of One.
~
Peace,
Eric
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