We seek repetition. Distance is our prayer-field and our steps turn in endless devotion. Runners are Dervishes in modern garb. Our steps reach for perfection - abandoning themselves in the continuous stride of their true nature. And so we give ourselves to motion - to the repetition of breath and steps and sweeping stride. We are erasing the smallness of our false identity. All parts come together in the wholeness of reality. In the end - the repetition of each movement flow seamless to the purity of motion.
All that's left if the holiness of running.
Peace,
Eric
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