it's the gift of not knowing - allowing words to find the page through the means of their own arrival, abiding in the space that precedes and invites their presence to the page. This too is our own inquiry, simply noting what's before each coming thought, a willingness to not fill a restful moment with beliefs of what we should be doing, or who it is what directs our course of action. It's just letting things be as they are, right now, without demand for things to be other, and more - without need to know anything else than what this moment offers.
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Peace,
Eric
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