Seamless

At the far end of
my gaze...
There are no distinctions.
The world falls seamless to
my eyes.
~

There comes a time when steps and earth merge to one existence. We are less running then joined in the turning of the world. There is grace here. Our steps are drawn to this point - the far end of our gaze where transcendence happens. It's why we keep running...

Peace,

Eric