As Soul:
as soul, not being in possession of one, or that it's my true identity disguised as human form - but that it's more the expression of life itself, everything, seamlessly so. When I'm out in nature there are times when I seem to know that I belong here, exactly where I am, and that I am simply part of the scenery, as sure of this as every tree and rock that fits so easily into this belonging. It's the same assured knowing that birds must feel in flight, held be the sky in tight embrace without even the slightest sense of doubt that the air is home. Honestly, I think I'm mistaken to even write that there's a knowing involved with this, it's deeper by far, as if the very fabric of beingness is in vast display of itself in varied form.
as soul.
everything.
infinite in display.
home.
~
Peace, Eric
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