no idea - and this is where I often start, as empty as the page before me, free of any agenda but to share and be shared in singular fashion of this moment. I too am no less an expression of this same moment, an instrument uniquely suited to give voice to details noted in this aware/empty capacity from which I started. It's simply a matter of returning to the backdrop that allows these details to be - the quiet mind given to drifting thoughts, the same internal silence for sounds to pass, and the openness of being that holds all that's viewed. Through all this there is no need for me to wish for even one idea - everything waits for my attention.
I only have to write.
~
Peace,
Eric
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