and there is no achievement seen through this - at no point is tree more fully as itself in the green of this season, nor less in its autumn of surrender. There is always, only, the simplicity of being. We find ourselves in our own various stages of living, and just as surely we all reach a point of letting go - yet we will never be more fully present than we find ourselves right now, nor less in the time of our surrender. Through every season - we are always, only, simply being.
~
Peace,
Eric
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