There is no attainment.
We dream of absence in a sleep of
shared delusions.
Waking to a false dawn that
holds all distance.
And yet...no day begins with
settled borders.
This is our time to
awaken.
A true dawn of no attainment.
Only moments yielding to the constant
flow...of what is always
present.
We dream of absence in a sleep of
shared delusions.
Waking to a false dawn that
holds all distance.
And yet...no day begins with
settled borders.
This is our time to
awaken.
A true dawn of no attainment.
Only moments yielding to the constant
flow...of what is always
present.
~
It certainly seems as if we attain something - miles, a sense of accomplishment, or even the allusive sense of peace. Yet they fade. Even medals eventually rust. It comes back to the simplicity of running - we give all kinds of easy answers to the question of why we devote ourselves to distance - and the answer always remains the easiest one and yet the one that we're unable to articulate in any reasonable way. We run - to give ourselves away.
Not to get a single thing.
But for a certain length of time and distance - we run to know the emptiness of only motion. In this we find there is truly no attainment.
Nothing can be absent from
our touch.
Peace,
Eric
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