At first there is a runner. Alone. Confronting path and breath and all that the run may offer. There is room for failure and fatigue. There's a beginning and an end. It is a run and it is battle. And then - there comes devotion. A surrendering past the breath and beyond the world of emotions. There comes bliss. A joy so full there is no room to a hold the self - only motion. There is no longer a runner - only running. We are carried on the breath and that too is a subtle gift we gladly offer. No beginning. No end. Only movement joined with time. Infinite.
Every run is a prayer.
Devotional.
Offer yourself fully to
each moment.
Peace,
Eric
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