always from this moment, an instant of spontaneous becoming and just as soon departure - all that is now will never be exact again. We are in the midst of a dynamic flow of energy, more than joined, we are simply, only, that which flows. So too are we constant change as well than, a never to be repeated wonder of this moment. Our gift is to be aware, to somehow be observer of our own display of originality the frame of given time. This is all art, not from a singular perspective from an artist, but life in its own design of grace and play and magic. There is no one calling for life to be arranged, no brush stroke set apart from canvas, no word separated from pen and page, nor music heard that is not equal to pure silence - it's life itself, energy in creative motion with a seeming pause to note itself becoming. It's art - and it's what we are.
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Peace,
Eric
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