not knowing - and it seems as if there's a choice to words, an agenda to this writing. Yet from where do these first words appear from? It's all inspiration, life itself springing from an original nowhere, no point for this all to be point that I'm aware of. So I accept each word in grateful fashion, abiding in the space between their coming, patience reflected from the page that remains always ready to receive. I have no idea what's next in writing, or the origins of the words before - I am witness to my own spontaneous participation.
Just life, simply being.
~
Peace,
Eric
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