nothing is apart from - there's no real content that can be shown separate from the capacity of its hold, it's all simply distinctions, one thing in easy play of form to formless. We are aware, and in this we note what appears and then departs. At no point do we find ourselves apart from this motion. There's no line drawn in this inclusion, nothing to distinguish that what's observed is any other than the observer too. To write otherwise would deny the seamless lay of words, the emptiness of this page in expansion to what's told.
To see this clearly, seeing, even a glimpse, is to awaken.
From here, the world is ours to explore - how one thing continually opens to itself in new expressions. From our view the world expands to another aspect of ourselves unexplored, we see how spontaneous every appearance is, our reach becoming emptiness and then a sudden rise to thought, or form.
It's all one thing, literally - and nothing is ever found apart from this.
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Peace,
Eric
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