we'll always be broken - no identity is fixed in time or position, nothing is to last beyond the moment it's been given. Yet our reality is so much more than the pieces assembled to be called a life, we come to be broken for the benefit of exploring the self that resides as space, finding our empty nature amidst the shards of what was once held dear and permanent. In this light, the illusion is that we are only one set thing, that which breaks is somehow apart from the space of it's caress, we now see ourselves not as aspects separate from the whole, but complete in pieces and the capacity that serves to hold it all.
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Peace,
Eric
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