it still belongs, everything - yet now things are seen through an emptiness that serves as intimate capacity to the world. Even my own sense of self is embraced in this belonging, no longer pushed to be a holier version, or diminished to be less than holy too. What I am is not removed from this capacity, but emptiness itself in a given form to touch the world. Just as easily this is reversed to show that form gives way to a great void, mystery, ever present, and is that which allows me the freedom to be expressed exactly as I am.
Seeing this - nothing has been excluded.
Life goes on.
Everything belongs.
~
Peace,
Eric
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