It's the distance - always unfolding to the promise of one more step. Running is the moment we meet our potential - and then see it stretched just a little farther on. It's the realization of our place within the infinite. All points extend from our existence. There is nothing far from us -only the illusion of expansion teasing in the play of motion. Running is the joy of knowing we belong. We are infinite beings and distance is our home.
Peace,
Eric
No comments:
Post a Comment