Without Reference Points

No reference points - only distance stretched with no concern. This is our allowing place. Steps are offered no length to measure - existing of their own accord. This is the purity of distance, bare essence, before arrival, and concept of runner. It simply is.

~

We are invited to run with empty awareness - to be motion for its own sake, to leave no trace beyond presence, to run without the reference point of beginning or end. We are invited to run as we truly are - free.

Peace,

Eric

At Play In Empty Fields

The path is real, distance - our steps and the sense of travel are transient. We are brief by nature yet eternal as soul. It's all here, we are at play in empty fields, simply presence, spread for our own delight. For this moment - we call it running.

Peace,

Eric

The Immediacy Of Distance

presence, unfolding - and all

we see is distance

~

It's no longer measured - there are no reference points in the immediacy of distance. We are here, now, and intimate with the space of our surroundings. All things encountered and surrendered and again steps taken. It's simple. A journey with no set place to go.

Peace,

Eric 

I Concede

yet in favor of the earth - each step

concedes to equal

beauty

~

We are an allowing capacity - at once empty and accepting of the fullness of another. And so we welcome distance, conceding runner to infinite space. Meeting ourselves in spacious awareness.

Peace,

Eric 

Distance To The Runner

Through us - yes, motionless, an allowing space for all that passes. Ours is a reality of stillness and motion an illusions caress. There is form that travels and there is the formless template of awareness that remains. Stay. Allow distance to the runner. Everything comes our way.

Peace,

Eric

Only Joy

only joy - and no reason

beyond for steps and

earth

~

In asking why we search for purpose and meaning - and all reasons are a subtle mask for joy. We are here for the pleasure of being here. Suffering is our forgetfulness. There is no denial - pain is recognized, all things are allowed in fullness and accepted. In this we transcend suffering, finding beauty in the transient, love by absence, and peace within chaos. It's life.

Peace,

Eric

Undone

undone, and from here - all

things proceed

~

It happens now - once we've been unmade as concept and illusion. We're free. Thoughts happen, form and formless still exist - yet weightless. From here, the infinite is ours to wander.

Peace,

Eric

Play Of Self - Discovery

through - and within ourselves, we

come to distance

there are no separate origins

~

No more is distance apart from steps nor destination - there is one view and endless means for its unfolding. Distance is the long view of reality. A runner is simply moved by design to be expressed in terms of steps and the length of their desire. Distance is the play of self - discovery.

Peace,

Eric

At No Distance

at no distance - we too are joined as

space unfolding to the

ground

~

It's perspective - all things aren't as they seem. Our eyes tell us that distance is space between form and specific points of origins. Yet where does space begin when form itself is an illusion of the senses? We own an emptiness ourselves - a spacious awareness that allows itself to be filled with all things. Including distance. Seen from here, we are finite space in a continuous merging to the infinite. No distance. Just the unfolding of our presence by the grace of every step.

Peace,

Eric

Swiftly Going Nowhere

swiftly, we go nowhere...our stillness

remains through motion and the

distance that passes

~

We are timeless, still, essential to the very fabric of the universe - our nature is to remain. Everything else passes. Motion is the illusion of the world passing against the stillness of our center. Running is the allowance of a swifter passage. It's simple - we don't run - we surrender to the movement of the world.

Peace,

Eric

Self - Navigation

distance invites our own expansion - and

every step says yes in its

acceptance

~

There's no out there - the infinite is a reach in all directions. So distance has no point of origin nor will it end with a completion of steps. A runner travels always by route of self-navigation. Distance is our home.

Peace,

Eric

Singular Aspects

It's the path - endlessly unfolding in

aspects of singular

existence

And our steps exploring each and

every one.

~

Peace,

Eric

Seeing

slowly, slowly...there is

seeing -

I am not at all

and yet, I am

that

~

From here  - distance. Yet nothing seems so far. Distance is measured by absence - from where we are to where we wish to be. Once seen - our own spacious presence is found from a single step to the farthest reach of stride. Distance will no longer be measured but experienced as an aspect of the runner.

Peace,

Eric

Views From A Headless Runner

From my view - I vanish in your presence. There is the emptiness that holds a promised fulfilled by the appearance of all things. Our truth is both the emptiness and appearance, the promise and its fulfillment. We are a shared reflection. Distance unfolds from this view without a single point of origin. Space simply encounters itself in the guise of form. Steps follow and yet the trail is pathless. We wander, joyful, with an illusion of intent. Motion is a prayer to and of itself. Stillness our abiding presence. It's one view - seen from many eyes.

Peace,

Eric

Letting Go Of Smaller Wants

and letting go - we roam a

greater path.

content with what the ground has offered

~

There is a greater magic than our own - we are a joined creative force that belongs within the framework of all that is. On our own we create from the supposed needs of thoughts and mind. We are limited by demands and want. And yet the world itself is a grand desire for the sole benefit of our expansion. Our needs are met in breath and beating heart. And in ten thousand unseen ways we are supported in every fabric of our being. It's all beyond our faith and imagination. Surrendered to this greater will we are opened from the inside to out for full reception of all the infinite offers. In letting go - distance holds no borders.

And we are invited to run forever.

Peace,

Eric

Where We Need To Be

Distance arises - and steps appear as

if to reach a finish.

Yet still there is no runner.

Only emptiness given form for

motion.

~

In a practical view - distance doesn't exist until something is measured. In this light every step is at once a finish and a new beginning. The truth is that distance is just the continuation of this paradox. With this acceptance - each step places exactly where we need to be.

Peace,

Eric

In Our Own Absence

turn - and just briefly catch a moment in our own absence. At the returned end of our gaze we find no one present. Only the empty promise of pure existence - and within this space the world is filled.

~

Try this - relax, follow your gaze, notice. There is much to see. Now gently turn the gaze back upon itself. Briefly search for the source of sight. Where is it originating from? Is it possible to find this source through observation alone? Douglas E. Harding called this the Headless Way. By turning awareness back upon itself we may drop, for what seems like a moment, into pure existence. It's this empty space - our headlessness - that allows all things to pass through, to be, to exist, within us. In this space, all of distance unfolds, not just a hundred miles but further, the infinite revealing itself as my own spacious awareness. No longer a runner - there is no place to be. Yet there's motion.

Peace,

Eric

A Beautiful Experience

always receiving  - we are the space that

meets the world.

allowing all things to become.

~

A runner is within distance - there is no obstacle to be overcome, no separation of step from ground but only a continuous awareness of shared existence. Even this is an illusion. There is awareness and the selective focus of One. Running is what happens in this focus. It's a beautiful experience.

Peace,

Eric

Nothing Happened

one step in ultimate

compassion - gives itself away...

~

and so the stride is born from this continuous stream of devotion. It's from allowing something to dissolve into something more that the infinite opens to the smallest detail of it all. One step to the stride and the runner further still into distance. Ad yet runner and step were never separate from the vast expanse that opened. Nothing happened but a letting go...

Peace,

Eric

Absence Of A Runner

why not just distance - and motion

roaming through the

absence of a

runner

certain of its own existence

~

Perhaps there is no need for a runner - only distance and any identity would bring a crowded second to a singular dance. We would simply be motion given rise from the empty reach of distance in a self-caress. As a runner we are bound to time and place and no true freedom past the point of known. In the absence of our identity we are the empty and wild sweep of all things that can't and won't be known but are opened and offered to be explored. It's the discovery of self in the nameless. There is nothing really to be known - only experienced.

Peace,

Eric

Unbound

unbound - and all things

come through this

moment

~

There are no constraints  - all things flow to their own accord in a singular stream of being. Yet we believe otherwise. Somehow we have come to believe that we are a separate strand of existence. If we simply drop this belief and see again the world of our original innocence - no thing would stand apart. Including you and me. And to this view - distance is only the continuous flow of self hiding in the guise of miles. It's a game of seeking, finding and once more letting mystery come and hide. We rediscover ourselves with every step.

Peace,

Eric

Past Borders

begin here - and then further

past the borders of the

body

~

It's an illusions-  that we end at a particular point and then the world begins just past the flesh. Ours is a singular world of continuation. Running is the short path to this realization - one step is the whole journey and the earth spreads from this connection. Distance is our opportunity to discover the absence of borders and play through spacious fields of our existence. We find our truth in distance - and then continue ever on.

Peace,

Eric

Distance From Within

distance - and from

within our

steps

unfold

~

It's our view that keep things so far away. Distance itself is an illusion of perception. There is no single space that holds itself as separate from our thoughts and even our form. Everything is the continuous ground of our existence. Distance is simply self - yet explored. And thus viewed there is no place so far away that we are not found.

Peace,

Eric

Escape

to escape my borders - and carry on

through steps and distance even

further

~

It's why we run.

Peace,

Eric

Dancing Through

begin from the place where all

things unfold,

our every step follows the source

~

Running is the art of the arbitrary  - an assigned number for the day holds key significance and distance is the measure of commitment. But not really. We have given ourselves borders as the edge of our creative play. At heart we don't believe in numbers. Running is the infinite expressed in singular steps. The length of our expression may seem significant in terms of body/mind - but in truth it's the play of presence dancing through us.

Beyond this - nothing really matters.

Peace,

Eric

Recognized

no longer steps nor distance intended - only

presence unfolding to a

singular moment

~

My goal is to simply recognize myself as the presence that unfolds as distance - to allow the grace that naturally occurs in a moment of pure recognition that we are separate from no-thing. From a single mile to one hundred more it really doesn't matter past this moment.

Peace,

Eric

Choiceless

choiceless - and distance proceeds

each step

no matter

~

We are without choice or will - we are played through by the divine as its own expression. It certainly seems that we have chosen to run, to push ourselves to the extreme or quit before our time is done. And yet that's just what happened. It was perfect. More so it was perfection. Of course we will argue that this just isn't so. Until a certain point - and then we let go. We get out of our own way and allow- we allow grace to speak and move and play through us. The way it always has. But this time we will be aware of our choiceless participation.

We'll join in the play.

Peace,

Eric

Proceed

a continuation - our steps caressed against the

earth. And deeper still is our

undoing

nothing else remains...

but one caress

~

If we allow it - we find our continuation in all that proceeds a single step. 

Sway

So much unnoticed - as if our eyes were meant to
view the world but not the secrets of its
gifts.
Yet grace appears in the faith beyond
our senses...it's the sway of leaves
dancing in an unseen breeze.

There's a holy breeze constant in its giving...close your
eyes and sway

~

Running is motion expressed through awareness - it's our acceptance of the invitation to take part in the conversation of all things. We see a leaf swaying in the wind for what it truly is - an invitation to dance.

Peace,

Eric

Dissolved

dissolved - self to ground and

every step we rise as

new

~

In the absence of a runner - there is motion, distance and the truth of who we are. 

Peace,

Eric

A Simple Plan

our steps know -

the perfection of the

fall is found by

letting

go

~

Our steps know earth, gravity and surrender. The rest is details. If we trust in the perfection of what each moment holds - even if it's beyond our thought filled comprehension - there is no distance we can't cover.

Peace,

Eric