It's the long stretch of distance ahead - empty of our presence. It calls as a sirens song to steps and breath. Running is an endless pursuit of nothing. We seek to trade false labels of self with the infinite truth of our expansion. Emptiness is always the far end of who we are - it's the void that makes all things possible. Running is our bridge between two worlds - the finite sense of self and our reach as the infinite source of all. We look ahead...and see only our reflection.
Peace,
Eric
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As a child...running for me was akin to my sign...Sagittarius. In my mind I would run until I could never do so again. But I never reached your level.
Hit with mononucleosis at 19...just after I married my first husband...I was told I would never be able to stretch that spirit again. My soul aspires through your sharings...haltered mare that I am.
Oh, but your words fly my friend and so does your spirit. I see it...
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