it's all just distinctions in the seamless reality of existence, one thing lending itself to form and again back to it's empty nature, infinite in it's every expression. There is no point of contact from flower to air, nowhere that we could say one becomes the other - in one bud, all of existence has flowered. We too come to our distinction as a delight offered to the world, an arrival from incalculable mystery given a moment to appear.
In one person, you, all of existence has flowered.
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Peace,
Eric
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