it is, and in this, we find nothing true is missing - the only ultimate truth expressed is the constant shift of one thing in altering appearance. We find no break between earth, and then a trees reach to sky, and from this we can trace it all back to our own observation, an open embrace of simply seeing this all become. Yet none of this too ever actually stays the same, the ground depletes and erodes, the tree loses its hold and nourishment, and the sky itself is always changing in its offer. This is truth. In no way are we removed from this, our bodies being nothing more than dust in gathered form. No moment holds us for too long. This very instant we're reborn, though again to quickly die once more. So here we find two things that seem true, our own form not lasting, but something of us, aware, noting every change that passes, remains throughout it all. Are we than this awareness? Maybe. But this dismisses the changing world as well. My only answer is - I don't know. I have no certain answer. But for me, what feels true is this constant change, nothing I view is ever completely the same in this moment of viewing to the next, and this includes myself and this sense of awareness. They can't be separated. Stillness and motion are one. What I am is never to be repeated. It's also constant. Mostly - it's just a mystery.
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Peace,
Eric
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