The Master stays behind;
that is why she is ahead.
She is detached from all things;
that is why she is one with them.
Because she has let go of herself,
she is perfectly fulfilled.
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Once let go...our steps fall
holy to a stride.
Becoming greater still in their
surrender.
Once let go...our steps fall
holy to a stride.
Becoming greater still in their
surrender.
There is no competition - even with oneself. In the perfection of each present moment there is only joined union in the pleasure of our effort. Self and will given to steps that lead away from thoughts of separation. Distance itself becomes the path of our salvation. Miles becomes the natural mantra of each step striking the ground - and yet with chanted rhythm of breath and footfall - we find ourselves ever closer to our home.
Peace,
Eric
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