I have surrendered
to your fire,
And burnt -
I come alive as nothing more
than ash.
And scattered by some Holy breeze,
I now reach every
Part
of
You.
~
We burn our attachments with every step. Fire is the metaphor of liberation and through running we burn thoughts that attach us to a single moment. Running is the breeze that allows us to touch all things against the path. It's the final realization that we are all things. The path included. In the end we are only motion in a self caress across the stillness of our essence.
Peace,
Eric
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