And the Buddha said: Emptiness is form. Form is emptiness. A runner thinks in terms of distance. Somehow we know ourselves as formlessness matched to the distance that we run. And too, we sense that distance is contained within our form. So we are at once stillness and the motion curved against it. We are runners and the path of invitation stretched ahead as distance. We are all things at once. And somehow - in the furthest reaches of our travels - it all makes perfect sense.
Peace,
Eric
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