In its best moment, its purest essence - running offers itself as a prayer. Yet there is no far off enitity to which the moment supplicates to - for in prayerful awareness there is only God and the moment is full of holy meaning. From the first brush of wind against the flesh to the heart falling into the natural rhythm of the world - there is only the message of motion - our breath matched in union with the breath of life itself. It's one moment stretched to infinity - the flow of motion played across a subtle stillness that hums holy both day and night. In our best moment, in our purest essence - we don't run, we are not runners - we move in sync with the will of God.
Peace,
Eric
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