The Zen Of maroon/The Zen Of Hills

There is no maroon...
Only thoughts that are
steeped in the wine
of color.
Until the moment offers the
blue of its expression.
And then...there is no blue.
Only the cobalt nature of
the thinker.

~

And so it is with running - there is no distance and nothing more to measure. A hill is first experienced by the mind and followed by the body. Yet before and during there is always and only the witness to the experience. We are the witness and the more we relate to this reality the less we struggle with the struggle of a hill. The body runs. Infinite awareness smiles at it all.

Even the hills.

Peace,

Eric