this true manifestation - without wish or my demand, and the world appears in its perfection. There is no effort from my part, indeed, it's my becoming too, an appearance somehow manifested by life through the grace of its nature. Yes, there is an art to this, but not my own, being no more than a brushstroke found that found itself aware. My life is of the canvas and display, an intricate blend of a landscape called to life. It's life with its own artistic intent and design.
what I am - belongs to this display.
is there an extent to which I guide the hand that paint's this? Artistic metaphor aside, it seems that life finds itself in its own arrangement, a presentation that manifests without a guiding hand. Life has no plan other than being life, and I am not found apart from this intent. I'm simply being life. There is no grand design that keeps me separate from this display.
true manifestation already includes me now, having been brought to an appearance through no will of my own, no greater purpose to fulfill beyond my own sense of being alive. A brushstroke found aware. Life is a vibrant work, and of it's own present manifestation. I belong to this vibrancy, to whatever aspect manifests in the brushstroke next to me. I am already a true manifestation of design.
there is nothing more to be.
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Peace, Eric
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