so it's love - that each thing, from thought to any object that appears, is immediately held as belonging to the whole. Nothing is excluded. This is reality, a love that provides itself as a space for the appearance of every unique expression - yet recognizes itself through these distinctions. A flower finds itself blooming as a love affair, giving itself to the very space that allows its becoming, emerging from earth in a stem offered to the air - and it's all one thing in a constant gift of grace and wonder. Love gives only of itself. Love receives itself. There is always, only, one thing in this equal exchange - to call it love is just a term, a symbol of how I view it in this moment. What it truly is, is beyond what I could ever say. It simply is - and it's enough to know that I belong.
~
Peace,
Eric
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