At our best - we are not runners. Distance
unfolds beneath our feet and
presence simply
follows
~
In our surrender - nothing happens. Reality unfolds in its perfection. It's our own interference that complicates matters. In our surrender to the emptiness that precedes expectations we join with reality. We know our own perfection. Running becomes joyous even as we endure the struggles gained through distance.
Peace,
Eric
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