Our steps are our deliverance to present moment awareness. With attention we learn to reside in the here and now of our experience - no projection towards a finish nor a wish for a single moment to pass. To reach this point we surrender our identity of everything other than spirit. A racer reaches a point where they may no longer be able to race, stride falters, fatigue sets in, and sense of identity crumbles. This may leave a racer without a trace of hope to continue, or even a reason too. For spirit it's a gift of freedom - no longer bound by an illusion we are free to receive the many gift that running offers beyond the concepts of the mind. The world now speaks directly to us, the sky offers itself as an embrace and the earth will meet each step with delight. It starts with surrender - and then....the infinite.
Peace,
Eric
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