We meet ourselves in distance - a landscape found of steps laid against earth and soul. Running is the revelation of all we are not. It's the great dismissal of a false reality - that we are somehow a body carried by will and not spirit fully immersed in form and motion. Distance strips us bare of all illusions. Our steps are just given and given until we are empty of all save the devotion of our giving. And here we find ourselves - devoted to the pureness of our Being.
Peace,
Eric
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