and I would say that perhaps it's about potential meaning - that life itself is a bare template, existence in its pure allowing nature. It's not a choice for meaning, but a desire towards expressing what we are with every attribute and detail to be provided. It's seen from branch, to bud, and further on to blossom - it's life without projected meaning, each moment being only exactly what it is, fulfilled by the grace of it's surrender. It's then, that the branch gives itself to bud, and later still to flower. There was point where nature clung to a particular meaning, no rush in it's becoming, just the clarity of each moment being enough entirely on its own.
I'm not aware of any true meaning - and yet, it's this very same awareness that allows for any meaning to be found.
In this light, I am potential to branch, to bud, and to flower - my meaning is existing, in every phase that is to follow.
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Peace,
Eric
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