and in this great becoming, continuous, one thing giving
way to itself in different form -
I am
expressed within this moment.
~
I see myself unique, distinct, and yet belonging no more so than a single blade of grass amidst a field, or infinite stars across the heavens. I see myself as a person in the divine display of humanity, appearing by virtue of some holy mystery, a moment given in the endless play of life. To this all, and equal to my seeing - is the emptiness for it all to be.
There is no break in this becoming, emptiness to form, objects and the space that allows for their distinctions. It's always one thing becoming of itself.
Peace,
Eric
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