Sway

So much unnoticed - as if our eyes were meant to
view the world but not the secret of its
gifts.
Yet grace appears in the faith beyond
our senses...it's the sway of leaves
dancing in an unseen breeze.

There's a holy breeze constant in its giving...close your
eyes and sway

~

Running is a dance to our own private song - the world sings for the singular purpose of our content. Every breeze a partner for the dance. There is no one else. That's the secret our eyes miss but spirit knows for certain - everything is contained within the framework of One. Running is the path of recognition - our steps are an endless return to earth and are breath is drawn from an infinite sky. We find no limits. This is the reality of distance - there is no finish. We run only for the pleasure of the dance.

Peace,

Eric