The body is fiction. We are the light of stars and sun held in temporary form. Our body is the vehicle of exploration through the world of duality. We dream the absence of light to know our own illumination. Running is the thread of motion through the stilled fabric of our being. It's the dynamic play of illusions - a caress is only known against the form of something other then itself. We run to know ourselves as motion and more to know the feel of earth and air against the flesh.
Peace,
Eric
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