“Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, "Grow, grow.”
― The Talmud
― The Talmud
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- Run - a subtle urge breathed from spirit through bone and flesh. We think we're runners - but more - we are the answered prayer of motion. A body given to spirit moving fully through the world. We are runners only in the sense of self -description. We are beyond definition, beyond steps and stride and beyond even motion. We are realized space playing in the world of distant borders. The earth calls for us, the air exist for our breath alone, we feel a single word whispered from the soul....run.
And so we do.
Peace,
Eric
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