in becoming - constant, seamless, it's always one thing in shifting measures, never ending through infinite expressions. As a bud is fully itself, yet still belonging to branch, and soon a flowers reach to sky - there is no set point, a completion of its mission to become. It's always one thing changing only in appearance. This too is our own process, being life in essence and form, never not shifting in our measure and expression. We are as the bud - belonging at once to branch and sky.
~
Peace,
Eric
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