We are not the same as when we started - our steps are supple in the art of letting go. It's the mind that clings. Running brings a momentary contact - the earth kissed in brief and then again to air. In our return we find new ground. And yet even in this quick exchange the runner too is transformed. We have touched both earth and sky and in our letting go we carry still the reminder that nothing but the touch itself remains.
Everything is transient.
Except for love.
Peace,
Eric
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