it's an instant meditation - already we look, whatever object held within our view, it's this that brings us to devotion of the moment. To find anything in sight is a trade of spacious capacity for it's content in this aware knowing - a flower is given a shared moment of perfection, simply held in original understanding, no object, no seer, only the bloom of singularity.
It's no different for the trade of each other - my own spaciousness is meant for you to be, as well the openness you have offered for the sake of my existence.
Finding you - and it's the instant
meditation of one
presence.
~
Peace,
Eric
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