raining, and it's seen that each drop belongs entirely to the storm, to the space in between that allows an appearance of their fall, and to the ground that will receive them. There is nothing separate in this seeing, no lines drawn from sky to storm.
It's all one thing.
Raining, and it's seen that I belong entirely to every drop that falls, to the storm, to the space that allows for this appearance, and to the ground that receives it all.
~
Peace,
Eric
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