so too this desire - equal to a
birds wing touched to
air
it's the sense that we belong
~
This, a true desire not to possess but to surround, recognizing ourselves as the embrace of every object wished for, an allowing space given for both demands met and unfulfilled, knowing that whatever appears is simply life in varied form. Nothing is avoided. Desire is only life wishing to expand, In this recognition - truly, everything belongs.
Peace,
Eric
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