it's a subtle shift from sun to leaf and
then to first sip -
yet still sunlit through my
present cup.
This is the seamless grace of existence, that one thing is, and yet expressed through every means and minor detail. My morning coffee is the taste of the world, of the sun, and further galaxies still. Our breakfast is a gathered force of universal consequence, infinite threads connected to the meal. Nothing is ever just a single strand alone. It's all a web of divine importance.
~
Peace,
Eric
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