We run with ease - we are light parting space with our slightest touch. There is no resistance to our travel. In truth there is no distance - motion is simply our fade to spacious nature and the reappearance as form in timely manner. We are infinite Beings playing in a finite field. We are master travelers in an illusory world. Running - fast or slow - is the expression of our mastery.
Peace,
Eric
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