there's no rush of seasons, everything is suited for the purpose of the moment, and this a continuation of the whole. We could say a flowers bloom is eternity in the making, and this just an offering to pollinate the world and keep its life in motion. Everything leads to everything, and even as we frame the moment in the perfection of flower - its already in the process of becoming something new, perhaps less in measured beauty, but still vital to it all. Through this light we see our own momentary blossom, a seasons worth of shine, but no less so as this one seasons ages. We too are in process, and we will offer something new in other seasons, our moment is always now, with no rush we bloom and let go, yet always - a continuation of the whole.
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Peace,
Eric
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