even my best plans are spontaneous in first appearance, inspiration gifted through grace and mystery. I have no true idea from where these words originate, nor why there came an urge to write them - I too, it seems, act in accordance with this same grace and mystery. To lay claim to any of this would be a grand assumption of my own self importance. So, it's my surrender, a release of an imagined responsibility for things to be in anyway - I am no author, no poet of words that are so freely given to the page. I am simply the process, an event within an event, continued without outcome, spontaneous through it all.
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Peace,
Eric
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