it's how we become - never once quite finished, yet always complete, whole, and through this we are life in constant giving of itself. Just as tree is never dormant, even in the depth of winter, there is the unseen preparation for things to reach, blossom, a seasons time to green. This is one desire, ours too, a slight change, something calling forth our own hidden season to become and we answer in a moments bloom. Nothing is ever quite finished, we are expressing, and never arrive to that one final instant of becoming. We are life - in process through every season.
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Peace,
Eric
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