and then its known as just another story, one
more grasp in a continuous
letting go.
our mystery defies an observation, for no final verdict is ever shown, and even the witness we take to be eternal passes through its time at hand. All we really know is this one present moment, how the edges of certainty fray with each layer of self let go, and that for now there is the truth of our existence.
~
Peace,
Eric
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