it isn't only about trusting what is, the seen and known of the world - there's another faith of emptiness and the unseen, it's the same faith of every bird that greets the sky. This isn't a practicing faith, it's not a method of achievement. There is just a simple recognition that all that is now has appeared from the unseen, that every object is given it's features by the emptiness of it's surroundings, of how silence gives way to each note for a song to be, yet still and always remains silent at it's core. These words too come directly from the void, my own self as empty as a new page, but with faith in the capacity to be filled. This is really, and only, about trusting life to be - in form and formless as it will.
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Peace,
Eric
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