the inquiry is to simply find an edge - from skin to air, reaching branch to sky, from season to coming season, it's an edge-less world of one existence. My hand is distinct from its surroundings, an object seemingly on its own - yet I seen no true dividing line of fingers and the air between, no point of departure where my hand is momentarily separate from the world it touches. One thing literally, seamlessly, without edge, opens to a new appearance. We will not find a separate existence.
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Peace,
Eric
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