The Greater Grace Of Letting Go

It's a forgiving space - here, our own presence, free of all but the grace to welcome, and the greater grace of letting go. Nothing is held here, no borders to a grievance, all things honored for the length in which they stay, indeed, we are empty by nature and serve in the capacity to love what passes through. In this truth, there is no forgiveness, nothing is measured in concern or bias, and every thought otherwise is equally cherished. In this space - there is only awareness, unconditional in its acceptance. This space - is the truth of who we are.

~

The sky holds no grievance for any passing storm. Distance is expansive to every step in motion. Run - knowing that we're free.

Peace,

Eric

It All Belongs

It all belongs - by virtue of appearance there comes a spacious understanding that this too is to be held within presence. We are open to this, built to receive, and cherish for a moment, with the grace of then letting go. As well, we are the source that offers no judgment in distinction of arrival, empty of all but welcome and compassion, nothing is foreign in our reception. This is the holiness of who we are, a sanctuary of acceptance, everything belongs for the measure of its stay. Nothing is denied. It all belongs.

~

Distance is empty of all but acceptance, and in the paradox of this regard, there is no limit to what it holds.

Peace,

Eric 

Not To The Solid

Our faith belongs not to the solid, nor to things that pass swiftly through the world - but to the emptiness that serves in full allowance, and offers grace to all departures. Our faith belongs to our own open presence, infinite, and patient by its nature. In our very own timelessness - we let the world unfold.

~

Distance is infinite in its expansion - and a runners faith can't be measured.

Peace,

Eric

 

Tender Knowing

Presence - and all else an appearance in temporary form and measure. Our care is no less for things of the world, indeed by fleeting nature we cherish that much deeper. We view the world with tender knowing.

~

As we see - a view extended forward as well as in return, we find ourselves in spontaneous intimacy with what once was a passing notice. True sight is absent of lines from the beholder to what's held, we are uninterrupted in our continuation. So we find ourselves in wonder of it all, more so, we marvel at a presence that allows each thing to be a mystery of its own. We see our own truth as this allowance, knowing ourselves again as holy, complete, this presence that gives itself to hold the world. See this - and run in the beauty of who you are.

Peace,

Eric

We Give Nothing

It's what we give - our gift is for the world to be in perfect order of its own. We are not forceful in demand, indeed, even our will is absorbed within this spacious understanding. In truth, we give nothing, it's simply what we are, an allowing space for all things to become fully what they are, we are capacity for life to be. So in this sense we give only of ourselves, receiving too our own mystery reflected by the view. Our gift is lived.

~

Distance unfolds from our own openness - we are always the still-point from which life expands from.

Peace,

Eric

Meditation Of The View

The view is always love - unbiased in its receiving, edgeless, there is only the present moment unfolding in absence of opinion. All is welcomed. In truth, the view is our extension, or more so it's our own capacity to serve as space for the allowance of what appears in perfect order. There is no condition placed on what is and what may be - and only this is love. Even our demands, our wants, and desire of something other, fit and belong, and are loved for the message of their presence. Nothing is excluded. Our final truth is held in view, this unconditioned love returned in our direction, we are the capacity to serve our own allowance. It all appears right here - plainly in our view.

~

We run, not to change the view, but to know ourselves in the guise of changing scenery.

Peace,

Eric



Mingled As The Stars

and than too, we are found within the light - mingled as the

stars and the very reach of

heaven

~

Through darkness, our light does not diminish, we cast shadows in temporary exploration of what seems as foreign corners of the mind. Yet in our very approach the shadows to flee from the light of presence. There is no need to chase anything, there's no moment to avoid, or pretend an issue does not belong within our view. We are light. What belongs gives us cause to shine. It's our nature, it's who we are. Shine - and the path is clear.

Peace,

Eric



Becoming Of The World

From nothing - and now this, a world emerged in subtle lines of distinction. It's the immediacy of appearance, emptiness still the common backdrop, yet this sudden form contoured and given to the senses. Every moment it's all brand new. From nothing - and its mystery, unfolding to this present wonder, we are witness to the becoming of the world.

~

The world is immediate to sight, steps, and breath. It's experienced now, beyond thought and hesitation. Simply look, run, breathe...it's all right here.

Peace,

Eric

The World Is Born

We are given nothing - and from this point the world is born. This is the mystery of existence, this aware emptiness giving rise to an endless array of itself in full distinction. It's the mystery of who we are. Clearly, we are form in temporary note, and yet further viewed we are able to find ourselves in the formlessness as well. To simply look in a returned gaze is striking in its absence of a viewer. With this one act we are home. This is the nothing that we've been given, the full potential of creation is this beginning, this spaciousness is where worlds are born.

~

Distance - is nothing more than our expansion.

Peace,

Eric



And Further Still As Every Star

From here - our continuation is offered in the details of the view. It begins in noted absence, our self once believed held in captive form, yet now found uncontained, a spacious awareness unfolding as the center of it all. From here, there is no identity that does not as well include our continuation as the world, as each grain of sand, and further still as every star. From here - we find out who we really are.

~

The great secret of distance is our own revelation.

Peace,

Eric

Not Even A Shift

Perhaps not even a shift - so subtle this awareness of our spaciousness and then this given form emerging on its own. To look for our origin is to arrive at nothing. Yet here we are, somehow come forth fully in distinction from the emptiness of it all. In a blink we can disappear again, carrying form to formlessness, motion to stillness, and our concept of self to the simplicity of Being. Not even a shift - we are all this at once, life in continuation of the mystery of its origin. Trace the view of what is now held, beyond the eyes, in our own headless space - we are found.

~

Distance starts behind the view - there is no end in sight. Running puts us perfectly in the exact place of our arrival. There is nowhere else we could possible be. Enjoy the moment.

Peace,

Eric

World

It's world - one word for the singular expression of who we really are. There is no line dividing us as participants in a separate existence. Only world, life, in aspects of the whole. To even say that we are part of something larger implies an illusion of separation. There is presence, and only presence uniquely gifting of itself in forms of distinction. Just world - and the gift of who we are.

~

Distance can't be found - we are in the midst of our identity as the world. There is nowhere else to go.

Peace,

Eric



Empty Of All But The Details Of The World

...and to find ourselves as the midst of the world, an allowing space for all things to be in the fullness of appearance. It's an awakening of self within the greater backdrop of Self, formlessness given distinction and then a shift again in remembrance of the whole. We find ourselves empty, and more we find ourselves as the very details of the world. In short - we remember who we are, paradox and all.

~

In the midst of measured distance - we discover the immeasurable nature of who we are.

Peace,

Eric

A Headless Runner

once then, as even the runner is gone, and there's

nothing left to be, but the presence of

it all

there is only pure awareness.

~

At some point - even the view disappears, as there's no one left to bear witness to the scene, lines are gone, and there's only the perfect unfolding of what is now. Nothing else but presence aware of itself, the view disappeared into one existence. We are witness to ourselves.

Peace,

Eric

Secret Of The View

empty of all save the view - and in

this regard we hold the

world.

~

Our view conveys a profound truth of our existence - we serve as the capacity for all things to be, and by this extension the world is our continuation. It's wonderful to see, magical in the sense that all we witness instantly is our becoming. We hold the very wonder of distance in the immediacy of our view. Running simply serves as our expansion.

Peace,

Eric



A Wings Caress

This love - as if the sky itself welcomed flight in its expansion, and every bird offered a wings caress as a thank you in return. So too do we belong. We are open as full capacity for another's presence to evolve, for the world to exist in all its wonder, for the sky to give itself for the purpose of a birds flight. Our very spaciousness is love in its allowance. We are - so that the world can be.

~

We are the space that allows distance to unfold. Every run is the beginning of the world.

Peace,

Eric



So Obvious A Truth

Ours - yet even this suggest a separation. There is presence, alone, undivided, in awareness to itself. Nothing but this existence. In this there comes a brief appearance, life arising in countless forms. So it seems that we are two - and even to share within this world would seem to keep us far apart. Still, there is always, and only, presence. We return to this, mindful, knowing words will never tell so obvious a truth - we are one.

~

Every step remembers the obvious truth of one existence - ground, air, only seem as two in thoughts of separation. Motion is the revelation of one thing in continuous discovery of itself. And so we come to distance.

Peace,

Eric



Clearly

It's clear we are the Source - no divide given to the world, all things distinct, yet unfolding seamless in our view. It's clear that we are the still point of allowance - an unmoved witness to the motion of earth, and stars, as they appear in our existence. We are in fact, the center of creation, life, extending, expanding, as our presence. It's clear in the simplicity of really looking - to see this from a single eye that's shared by all. Follow the gaze beyond its point of origin, explore the spacious of nothing found. It's clear we've found the Source.

~

Even running - we're always, directly, the center of the world.

Peace,

Eric



Our Arrival

It's all here, present, clear, immediate - before we even reach we are embraced by distance. Lines are drawn by the mind alone. Our arrival is always in the present step.

~

Peace,

Eric

Pressed Against Our Every Step

Our presence - and the immediacy of

distance pressed against our

every step.

There is nowhere that we're not found.

~

Peace,

Eric

Touched Against The Stars

To be as large as the world - and further still to know ourselves as touched against the stars. Our truth is without borders, an endless empty capacity of allowance and imagination. Bear witness to our own spaciousness - draw attention to that which attends and find a single drawn line between the world and our self as this observer. Nothing will be found. There is no beginning to the world, to the sky, and stars and the infinite beyond - there is only the continuation of who we truly are.

~

It's a wonder of continuous discovery - running, walking, discovering ourselves as the world and all its marvels. Be empty of the runner - and allow the view to show us who we are.

Peace,

Eric



In The Midst Of Buddha's Smile

the Buddha's smile - from the absolute to lips, and

further still to touch the stars.

Our joy is found here - exactly where

we are.

~

With each step - we are amidst in all of distance. There is nowhere else to be. Right here - step, breathe, smile. That's all we need to do.

Peace,

Eric

The Entirety Of An Ocean

All things in their appearance - lasting for the length of which they're given, and then again recognized as one existence. In this life, we too are an appearance, brief in comparison to earth and sky, yet sharing with them as well an eventual passing. All appearances must end. There is more though, there is that to which is witness to all that comes and goes, there is the everlasting that is aware of all that passes. There is the truth of who we are. We are lost in the scenery of this world, giving up a larger reality for the beauty of emersion. It's the fullness of our experience, wholly becoming the details of a life. It's the intimate nature of awareness, an embrace to depth of forgetfulness without ever letting go. And this is how it is - until we remember. We wake in truth, not to abandon the treasure of appearance, but to be a fair participant to an awakened life. Now, we are unmoored from a single fixed position surrounded by the existence of the ocean, to the realization that we are depth and wave, the entirety of an ocean. One existence.

Appearances and all.

~

Every run is a set distance only in the mind - each step contains the entire journey.

Peace,

Eric

Seamless In Its Way

At the point of my departure - the world

appears as my becoming.

And the view again is seamless in

its way.

~

Our view is more than what is seen - it is surely all of which we are and a continuous mystery of what we'll be. A true meditation is not of the mind but in the simplicity of allowing things to be exactly as they are within our view. This truth is shown only in the seamlessness of existence - what appears is by extension an aspect of self becoming in apparent mystery, grace, and wonder. We are free to explore, ignore, or simply marvel at the largeness of who really are.

Peace,

Eric



We Are Soul

My soul is the world - and now all things

are held in this

awareness

~

We are not removed from world, nor farther still from infinite reach - our soul is not a single entity surviving on its own. No, there is only soul and the giving of appearance to its formless self. And so it seems there is only one encounter - there is the soul of the world, in witness to itself. That's our story. In this awareness - we tread on holy ground.

Peace,

Etic

Pointing To The Temporary

It works like this - nothing is let go of, we ourselves are the surrendered, and what's left serves as the capacity to hold the world. Our truth is found by pointing to the temporary, and again embrace the remaining space now left behind. There's nothing else to do. It's all taken care of. Simply watch what comes and goes.

~

Running works like this as well - distance remains, always, and still there is an awareness of all that passes through. The reality of a runner is stillness. All else are temporary things.

Peace,

Eric



Carried Now By Grace Alone

In the end - our will is done, finished with pursuit, and

carried now by grace

alone

~

The truth is - it is always, only grace, and the illusion is our self will to carry us to limits. Our strength is less when confined to mind and form. These are temporary things appearing in an endless stretch of infinite creation. We are the stuff of possibilities and this truth is much larger than imagined - indeed it belongs to grand imagination that holds the world in orbit, and the stars in heaven. What this truth is called is nameless, yet we know its gift as grace delivered.

Peace,

Eric

It's Own Completion

reaching for distance - we miss the

immediacy of its

arrival

each step - its own completion.

~

Yearning to arrive is part of the journey - yet the realization that there is no place to go, indeed, that each step is its own arrival and fits to the pattern laid in grace and perfection, this is the realization that there is no journey. We are always home.

Peace,

Eric



I guess We Have To Call It Something

We could certainly call it God - this presence, aware, and all allowing. It is definitely love in its most true sense. Nothing is imposed, there is no infliction of a sense of wrong, yet everything is held to a standard of giving - as each breath demonstrates in the life received and then released to be as air again in expansion. We could call this life. There is more though, as life believed to be an individual endeavor in pursuit of something more - what's talked about here is entirely of a different sort, it's Life, not lived but expressed in continuation of a whole, one thing and the many aspects of its self given as mystery to the world. In this sense, we could call it our own name, I Am, our true self before and still and forevermore. It's who we are. Always. The name itself is unimportant.

~

It's running, and it's not, perhaps a prayer in motion. It's simply what we do. And it's enough.

Peace,

Eric



Expressed In Endless Possibilities

Just this love - expressed in the

endless possibilities of

our existence.

~

And so as one, we explore ourselves in the guise of duality, our steps pretend to meet the earth once more, and the breath again becomes free in its expansion. This is love, the simplicity of being, with no agenda save acceptance.

Peace,

Eric

Nothing Real To Learn

The lesson is this - every sound concludes in silence, each thought embraced by aware emptiness found between, and even our bodies continue in an infinite reach beyond their form. Nothing is as it seems. Yet everything is perfect as it is. The lesson is learned by simply letting go. In truth - there's nothing real to learn.

~

And that's how we come to distance. Run free, run with ease.

Peace,

Eric 

True Acceptance

By virtue of our witness - it's all allowed. Yet so too is our desire for something other, and to seek change through thought and action. And this is the paradox we know as world. It's all perfect in each aspect of appearance, beautiful in both symmetry and contradiction, and above all - loved, for that's the nature of true acceptance.

~

Running truly is a act of love - our stride demonstrating the acceptance of each step, welcomed by the earth, and our breath both given and received. And all this takes place within a never diminished distance, even as a runner seeks to gather miles, there is no limit to its giving reach.

Peace,

Eric 

In Hidden Guise

Our gift is this acceptance - self unopposed in recognition of its own mystery. We are intimate with the appearance of all things, beholder, as well as that which has arisen in thought and view. Nothing occurs apart from us, indeed, our acceptance is truly our own embrace of each occurrence as an aspect of self in hidden guise.

In light of this - our real gift is always

intimacy.

~

One thing - appearing as path and runner.

peace,

Eric



Through The Grace Of Presence

And yet each thing, every thought, and object belongs through the grace of presence - it's all welcomed, and more, nothing is held past the time of its departure. We are this presence, and the grace spoken of is offered to the world.

~

Perhaps most importantly, running is of letting go - each step given and then allowed to be what it is within the moment. Nothing more is asked of it, and it's enough for stride and distance to be known.

Peace,

Eric

Aware Of It All

It's enough to be aware - to know ourselves as that which welcomes all things in their appearance, to be witness to our own manifestation in the details of a life. We are at once an embrace and the object of its adoration, we are an inquiry to our own mystery, and more, we are simply presence - aware of it all.

~

Running passes through our own understanding - and so we come to find ourselves as distance.

Peace,

Eric

A Moment Of Perfect Expression

Known as presence - and all else simply experienced within a temporary framework called time. Life itself is continuous in varied form and each aspect a singular point of its expression. We are this presence, a constant backdrop that allows personality, a self identified with thought and body, a life lived with loss, sorrow, joy, and gain. It's a mystery why these things appear, why we seem to come to a separate existence. Perhaps for no reason save for the eternal to know itself as temporary form, or simply for the wonder of its own mystery. Regardless, it's all done in a great love of giving each thing its own place in time, a moment of perfect expression be it as brokenness or whole. We are this presence, this love that allows it all. It's our mystery.

~

Running - we accept it all. Even as we seek to change things.

Peace,

Eric

That Allows For My Becoming

I am - and this a nameless presence that

allows for my becoming.

~

There is a person here, evident, and meant fully of the world. Yet too, this self is not solely of its own, only brief in its appearance, and always still it's truth is that of One. Just as we see each self according to a life but always known as pure existence - our seeing allows us as more than who we once thought we were. As existence that is appearing in a name and form, our reality is not that exclusive. We too are what is viewed, and touched, and even breathed. Nothing can be foreign to us. Our travel is one of steps becoming earth, breath drawn and released as sky, and scenery known as seer. Even this is a play of one thing given to the mystery of division. So this person, this runner, traveler, is really no more than all that is.

Knowing this - I am.

Peace,

Eric

The View Of Our Becoming

Only the view - and in a true sense we are replaced by what is gazed upon and are constant in our becoming. From here, this point we hold as self, there are two discoveries - our absence, and the truth of who we are. In looking, returning to the origin of our view, we are nowhere to be found - certainly there are thoughts, and the concept we know as self, yet in pure seeing, we are absent from our view. We have made the first discovery. Following our gaze, knowing full well our presence is now unfolding not from the static point we knew before, but as the view itself and the scenery that is held. Our second discovery - in our absence, we are everything.

~

Enjoy each run - and the view of your becoming.

Peace,

Eric



Our One Command

Without command - we are breathed, lived, and proved vital to the function of the world. There is no order given for our blood to flow and heart to beat. It all happens on its own accord. So too of all existence - this simply miraculous, divinely organized, state of oneness. Nothing is asked of us except to be. We are no greater than the tiniest cell belonging to the all of creation, and no less than the vastness of creation itself. Our truth is not told by the whim of thought nor swing of emotion - but by the totality of all of existence. We are life, not part but all of creation, our one command is to simply Be.

~

Distance is not gained nor accumulated - only navigated as an exploration of the self.

Peace,

Eric

All Of Distance

Not measured from - but without a point of reference in singular existence, we find ourselves as all of distance, immeasurable, and fully present to the wonder of the world.

There is nowhere beyond our

presence.

~

Peace,

Eric



It All Belongs

Whatever comes - now, is held in pure awareness. Our truth is borderless, and there is a natural welcoming to all that may be, or come to pass within our view. Only the mind is opposed to this order, a denial, grasping, or pushed away from what the moment offers. Yet even this is accepted grace to the reality of our presence. This is the effortless gift of awareness - our own perfection, seen in light of loss and gain, brokenness and whole, and the temporal nature of the world - it all belongs.

~

This is running - the welcoming of all things within the temporary frame we give to motion. Even our attempt to change, fix, or otherwise ignore particular issues belongs to overall awareness. This is who we are, this aware presence. We are larger than any distance covered. And everything belongs.

Peace,

Eric



To Belong

Of earth, and sky, and wind, and rain - we are motion swept against the mystery of ourselves. To watch a bird in flight is to see a seamless expression of how one thing opens to yet another aspect of itself - a bird is not against or even within the sky, but simply flight. We ourselves are not travelers across a foreign ground, no, the earth is seen as our own welcoming, a call for which response is now fitting - perhaps swiftly as a runners gait, or steady in a walker's slow caress, even stillness may be what the moment offers to be best. We know this all as our own spontaneous becoming - it happens not because of will or effort, again a bird does not force the sky for invitation, it's always there, open, and aspect of existence in joyful welcome. Our role in the world is what every bird knows for certain -  to belong.

~

Peace,

Eric

All We Meet Is Light

Always, only light - and a world thought in colors of the mind. Even form is light, slowed to know the nature of a touch.  Things appear solid, and our belief holds the world in place - yet in truth, all we meet is light.

~

We ourselves are gathered light brought to form, of no substance yet bright in our existence. There is nothing we meet that is not ourselves in various shades of reflection. In certain moments of a run we know this certain and so - we shine in effortless motion, extending always as one.

Peace,

Eric

After Sorrow

And I grieve not in loss, but for my perception so limited in what is allowed of you. Every thought recalls only memories, stories told, and impression made. The larger part of you still rest against me, now unseen, and beyond the senses. My grief is only for my smaller self that still reside in belief of separation. Our reality is not of loss but of one always joined together. After sorrow - I hold this truth alone.

~

To tie this to running - distance is never broken to smaller parts, but always stretched as our own dimension. There is no place that we're not found.

Peace,

Eric

~

To Margherita, poet, friend, and better aspect of my own self. I love you. 

With Every Sense

So it is with every sense - we hear within a soundless moment, our touch given against a field of pure awareness, we taste from a void of all sensation, and we see the world unfold from our own spacious allowance. Our truth is the emptiness that lets all things be as they are and more to be witness to their passing. We are the template that brings forth the world, and we are each aspect in its appearance. From the source - there is only one existence.

~

Each run allows us the opportunity to see ourselves as the empty capacity for the fullness of the world. It's amazing to be alive.

Peace,

Eric 



Each Of Us An Eden Of Our Own

In our absence - the world is found. In our appearance - We are found to be the world. There is no real division, our initial glance tells of our continuation as aspects of the view, there is magic in the becoming of all that's stretched as our existence. To believe only what is seen, we are the origin of the world, each of us an Eden of our own, no lines to tell us of a deeper separation. We are witness to our own truth. It's easy to see.

~

Running - and we see ourselves as world in motion.

Peace,

Eric

No Contact

There's no point of contact - only existence touched upon itself in the mystery of its pleasure. As a bird knows it continues as the sky, flight is simply an expansion of its nature - we too are not lost in false borders. There is always room to fly.

~

At nowhere are we not touched against eternity - we are earth/sky in the form of runner.

Peace,

Eric

At Each End Of Our Gaze

In the immediacy of this - we meet

ourselves at each end of

our gaze.

From the spaciousness that holds the vision - to the far end of the view, and all that appears between the seeming two - there is only one existence.

Peace,

Eric

All

Surrounding - as the very fabric of existence caressed

against all things in our

awareness.

Nothing is excluded.

And all is loved.

Peace.

~

This - this step, this mile, this run, and even all of distance contained within us. We are the embrace of all things, aware, allowing. Running is often the dawn of this realization, as the scenery rolls on but the runner remains the still, quiet witness to its passage. We get it.

Peace,

Eric

Further Light

This body - now seen as further

light and every star is

my existence.

We are nothing more than everything - touched upon its own continuation.

~

At once - we are distance, motion, and the desire to know ourselves beyond imagined borders. As light, we create the shadows of our play and again the illumination of their ceasing. Our body is one thing layered as world and then galaxies in infinite reach. We are each this - and more, we are aspects of each other seen in bright reflection. In truth, we are nothing but the allowance for all this to be. Everything.

Peace,

Eric

Things Happen

Thing happen - and yet we ourselves are free of their occurrence. Karmic ties belong only to the mind. Right here, there is openness, the breath passes on its own accord, thoughts appear and just as soon return to motion. Stillness remains. Silence. Our true nature is unmoved through it all. The Buddha told of clear skies and clouds of thought and emotions - and so it is. We are recognized as our own spaciousness, room for each other, capacity to allow each cloud its room for passage. Remember your clear sky nature.

~

With every run - we open for the whole of distance.

Peace,

Eric

Between Wing And Sky

and not against, yet always within this

one existence - there is no

line between wing

and sky

just the perfect flight of a birds expression

~

Of no doubt we run as grounded flight - touched both as earth and sky.

Peace,

Eric



Then Too, The Breath Is Gone

and then too, the breath is gone - and stillness

reigns supreme.

all else is just a passing moment.

~

Breath, motion, earth, and sky - all occur within stillness, the underlying fabric that cradles all existence. Stillness is the great allowance for things to be, to move, and shift in their expansion. At our very core we are still, a silent backdrop, and motion occurs within us. Even while it seems we're running.

Peace,

Eric



You

You - the giving space that

holds my

view

And each horizon after.

~

We are this capacity for one another, an allowing space for each to be in the fullness of their own expansion. My view is endless because of what is given from your own endlessness. It's our gift to each other. The open stretch of my every run is from this depth. Thank you all.

Peace,

Eric



Now Shared Between Us

In our disappearance - there is only

this receiving.

And the single view now shared between us.

~

So it is as distance is received and the runner becomes less than what was once strived for - soon, there is only motion and the infinite space of our own expansion.

Peace,

Eric

No Less Expressed

   As my body - and continued on to reach past stars, there is nothing that contains me, and nothing yet that is not of me. These are not layers but an aspect of self in their own fullness, too, I am no less expressed in this equation as a part of something more.

~

We are witness to ourselves - through motion, distance, and all that unfolds.

Peace,

Eric

Air

first it's the air - noticed, then felt in soft distinctions, there is nowhere not against me, and further on not even this is so. Just the air, and the awareness of the space that is it given. There is only this existence.

~

Distance - is our own expansion.

Peace,

Eric

Becoming (What We Are)

Becoming - in a play of thought, and form, and constant change within the mystery, there is our own unfolding in the view we hold as world. Our grace is in allowing, there is nothing that occurs that is not of our own becoming. We are this indeed.

~

Distance is our own spacious re-discovery. And so we're called to run a little farther.

Peace,

Eric



No Less In Me

a dance of leaves within the wind - occurs no

less in me than the sky of

their allowance.

there is only this existence.

~

In the midst of distance - we run.

Peace,

Eric

Seeing, Forgetting, Yet Always Seeing

We may forget - yet seeing continues. Even what appears to be lost to a moments passing is held within our endless capacity as awareness. Everything is seen as is and commentary added only later. Seeing is the art of being who we truly are, it's relaxing mind to its own function of thought, and living in the undercurrents of existence. It's knowing what's real. To this regard, we are not bound to any moment save our own timeless nature. Seeing who we are is constant, forgetting is simply an occurrence within this all pervading awareness.

~

Running distance is divided within the mind to pleasant times and the ache of given effort. Yet distance itself remains the same, undivided and full of its open promise to continue. Everything is valid in the moment of experience. But our truth always stays as distance.

Peace,

Eric 

Single Eye

the infinite - in two sides of our vision. Yet seen in the

single eye of existence.

~

If we look, we find the infinite is not just a stretch of outward vision that carries to the heavens, but our own spaciousness that originates at the source of vision. This is the single eye of reality that allows the world to unfold in its own mysterious journey. For us - running is the ultimate view of self revelation. We are witness to our own becoming.

Peace,

Eric

Become Again

Vanished, and in the absence of thoughts once held as

separation - we become again in the

details of the world.

~

No step is separate from the distance that it strives for.

Peace,

Eric

True Touch Of Our Existence

False borders - as if a line is drawn between our fingers and the world and the touch we know isn't infinite in its expansion. Even walls are embraced by the very space of their divide. This is the true touch of our existence - things appear in their distinction, yet nothing is ever stranded from the whole. There is always our connection.

~

No step takes us farther into distance - our center always holds.

Peace,

Eric

Witness To Its Own Creation

Just see - everything else is only a story, however beautifully it may be told. Our truth is always in the clarity of the given moment, unfolding to its own accord, without commentary, and absent of agenda. In this - the world is seen  as a continuous becoming, source witness to its own creation. We find ourselves once more in Eden.

~

Imagine, distance no more than space waiting for our forms arrival - and then continued in its own expansion. As far as stories go - who knows? This one is as good as any. Yet some things we can see without the writ of fiction. To see true, simply direct attention to the source that holds the view. Explore what's there, more importantly, discover what isn't there. Then draw your own conclusions.

Peace,

Eric 



Our Original Headless Space (And How To See Again)

Here's what we see - of our own spacious awareness comes a stretch of form we know as earth and continued on to infinite possibilities of life, and sky, and distant stars. There is no break in this awareness, no line drawn from the source to what is viewed. We see one thing, varied in appearance, a mystery known only as existence. Yet what we see is believed in labels, items listed as their own accord, and objects found in separate worlds. We are split by what is seen and the beliefs that come later to the mind. This is the duality of the senses, a miracle of one thing in sight of itself, the  sound of our existence now heard in endless notes, one touch able to feel its own caress. It's all so perfect in its mystery of design. To see again, to cast away beliefs of our divide, is not to lose this mystery, but too add again our innocence of what is, seeing from our original headless space, and knowing all as source.

~

To see, and run, from original innocence is a simple return to the direction of our gaze and step - from where the view emerges, to the unseen impulse giving rise to motion. It's running without belief that there is a separate thing we call a runner. It's seeing - without division from the seen.

Peace,

Eric

A Grace Of Headless Wonder

Away from source - our view is held in sharp contrast to its origins. Outwards, we find a world adrift in thought filled meaning and a purpose we assign. Yet is seems we lose the mystery of original sight. Traced to source, a lineless field of vision, there comes no-thing from which it all began, a grace of headless wonder. And in our disappearance - the mystery of the view unfolds.

~

Each run is newly discovered ground, a fresh sight yet to tell its story, and a mystery eager to unfold. Yet it takes a runner reborn to every step to find this wonder. Running from the source brings us to a new event each moment - we find ourselves merged as scenery and seer, seamless in our flow of motion. It takes no practice, a simply twist of attention towards the place from which we hold our vision. Look in innocence, playful, curious to what may be there to find. There won't be a runner- yet from here, every step and mile is born.

Peace,

Eric

We Are This Great Holding

This greater holding - an embrace of all things in infinite expansion. It's an inclusive reality. Even our denial is held in this capacity. So this is where we find ourselves - as each detail viewed and than accepted, nothing found separate from our gaze, and the endlessness that holds it all within awareness.

~

There is no denial in distance - each object is absorbed within its expanse and then a continuation of its reach. When we view ourselves as only a runner - we too are caught within this endless stretch. Yet the truth is that we ourselves are the very endlessness that unfolds as all directions. No place leaves off from our own reach. We are as distance - infinite in our expansion. There's no need to worry when the world is found within us.

Peace,

Eric

We Crest, We Reach, And Yet...

Not against - but a continuation now seen as form. It is not that we suddenly step from the infinite and find ourselves alone against the world. We are an appearance within it all - a wave that has crested with the ocean, yet the oceans depth always within reach. Our reality is always undivided.

~

And so it is with us and distance - we are never removed from that in which we reach.

Peace,

Eric

Endless In Its Wonder

Distance is not the illusion - it's horizons set as

borders that hold us falsely to a

promise.

Our reality is always endless in its wonder.

~

Peace,

Eric



From What Is Seen

It's presence, a singular existence, appearing as life in all its mystery and various guises. We are an arising within this great Oneness, a given expression in thought and form. It's miraculous that within this great spread of mystery we appear, and more, to view a tree, rock, cloud or sky and know that we too are not separate from what is seen. Indeed, it is presence that allows for this unfolding, and nothing can be separate from this source.

~

On the course of every run - there is one thing appearing as the world. This is who we are. Enjoy the view. Enjoy the run.

Peace,

Eric

The Joy Of Our Appearance

With no purpose nor meaning - there is just the

grace of our appearance and

the joy of simply

being.

It's enough to find ourselves here - life

~

We assign meaning and purpose to the things of the world and the thoughts we hold. It's how we navigate the life's surface. Yet the depth of it all is found as a calm acceptance of all that arises, and all that passes. As the sky is equally undisturbed by clouds or storms - we too, at the core of our reality, remain as capacity for life to be. Storms and all. So too with distance - always expanding from each step taken, never diminished, nor wavering in its invitation. There can be no real goal within this openness. We will never fill it. We may only (re)discover our own spacious nature. And run for the joy of this discovery.

Peace,

Eric

Nowhere Apart From It All

We are as the flow of all things, constant, continuous in being - only briefly interpreted as thought and separation. Yet even this occurs within the field of our allowance. Where we leave off and the world begins is only in the mind. If we reach our hand in any direction we are met on all sides by the infinite hold of reality, our view is the lineless unfolding of the ultimate source. There is nowhere from which we could exist apart from it all.

~

As This - we don't leave off from distance, it's our own constant invitation of self exploration. A runner never truly reaches the end of their run, there is only a seeming pause in their expansion. Our presence always goes on.

Peace,

Eric

What Shadows Tell

Shadows tell not of darkness - but of light played in hidden guise against the ground. There is no reality aside from what illuminates the world.

~

We are the light in which shadows are made, our truth is constant even amidst the play of darkness. In as such, our only purpose is to shine. To cast meaning along with shadows is to lose faith in who we are. In seeing this - we too are at play within the dynamics of an illusionary world, shadows are seen as a simple arising, darkness no more than a wait for revelation. Nothing is so serious as to be believed and everything is allowed its passing moment. Yet still we act in rightful accordance, honoring body, respectful of the shadow play of others, mindful of the singular light  of our existence.

~

Peace,

Eric

Symbols, Tracks, And The Joy Within It All

Symbols - as tracks are an appearance of their own, yet tell the story of what has been, we too are a moment left in passing. This solidarity of form is no more than a track against the formless. It only and always tells the story of what we've left behind - even as it seems we're caught in events and the moment of their happening. That's the illusion of time. We falsely believe that we are symbols, tracks that hold their fraying edge as if it were reality. Symbols tell a minor story. The great truth is one of infinite expansion, the awareness that allows a track to simply be, and continues without agenda to a story. This is the whole of existence, this spread of allowance for life to happen, objects to arise, and stories told as tracks and symbols left behind. It all goes on. There is joy found within it all.

~

The Tao Te Ching tells us that to run with the way is to leave no tracks behind.

Peace,

Eric

For The Joy Of Simply Being

perhaps there is a reason - yet for no

more than the joy of

simply being

~

Cause and effect happens in appearance - karma is played out in subtle realms of the senses. Yet this is all against the backdrop of allowance, the clear space of our infinite gift of no-thing. Here, as reality, there is simply presence, and life arising within this capacity. There is no reason for things to be - they are, and then at times they appear to be not. It's all the same really, even if we think and feel otherwise. In fact, more so, it's all the same for this reason alone: there is only existence, one thing giving of itself in varied forms, everything comes from this and nothing true is extinguished in this. It's life played out for it's own purpose of being. Which brings us to running - in the end, we are just motion appearing through distance. Things will happen, and things will pass. But we remain the clear space that allows it all to be,

Peace,

Eric

This Too Is Our Unfolding

One thing giving way to itself in formless wonder - and so a tree comes to know itself as sky. This too is our unfolding, yet first from nothing to what seems like solid to the world, and then once more we give way to all that comes within our view. We are constant in our becoming, each look brings us again to new aspects of ourselves now revealed.

It truly is a miracle.

And it happens every moment.

~

This is what's so magnificent about running, about life, and who we are - there's nothing we're not, and nowhere we're not found. Running reveals us as motion and then takes us further to aspects of ourselves found in remote reaches of mind and stride.

Peace,

Eric

Lasting In Its Moment

It all just appears - and too we arise as a spontaneous becoming, a gathering of senses and thought that lend themselves to form. We are more mystery than single truth, each level of self revealed temporal in a larger existence. So nothing is definitive in plan or purpose - it's all meant for the joy of lasting in its moment. Even you and me.  

~

The path is temporary - distance, the empty space that holds all things is eternal. Running happens, but runners themselves are simply a gathering of thoughts expressed as motion. The Bhagavad Gita urges us to know ourselves as not the doer but the action itself. In this case we will not be found as runners - but motion in its pure expression through eternity.

Peace,

Eric

This Life Is A Wonder

Given from the source - and so all things continue in this way, a shared arising within this spacious offering. We are here from mystery, with no reason known beyond the joy we have of being. It's the source in ongoing motion against its own stillness. This life is a wonder.

~

It's all really amazing - life happening, a world appearing. And we get to run in it. Pretty cool.

Peace,

Eric



No Need For Narration

By virtue of our view alone - there is only presence. We are not shown a line dividing who we are from what is seen. Our story ends where the world begins. Yet further still we are found again in the wholeness of the view. Now that we are seen and known as presence - our story is free to unfold in a perfect telling of its own. There is no need for narration.

~

Our story is running - distance gives us the freedom to roam to this tales completion. Whatever it may be. Yet once we realize that this story unfolds by its own accord, our narration, our self talk, becomes less inclined to be a factor. We'll still take the needed action to provide for mind and body, we will listen, and be alert to the signs that we've been given. But no longer will we be able to fully identify ourselves as a singular individual separate from all that is happening. We find that we are the experience of each moment, the view, the objects, the event itself and not the one who tells the story. It's all just happening. And we are the joy that allows it all to be.

Peace,

Eric

Deconstructed

With a glance we're deconstructed - and again we are particles and space in dance of creation. This self we have measured and found solid is an illusion held only to the mind. Our reality is held in the origin of our view - a vision returned in seamless wonder. Traced back to source and all we find is an honest openness for the world to be. Who we have claimed to be is absent in this view. Yet more so, the truth of who we are is found.

It only takes a single look.

~

Think of a step, just one, and know that all of infinite distance is traced directly here.

Peace,

Eric

Our True Encounter With Ourselves

Here we are - a spacious understanding embraced against a seemingly solid world. Our true encounter with ourselves is seen in this awareness. We are the capacity which serves for things to be distinct, for the experience of the senses, and the duality of a touch. The illusion of separation is simply a play of existence in a wish to know itself as other. This is everything we know but choose to not remember - until we do. Then mystery takes another turn, with a different game to play.

~

Right now we run - a game of steps, breath, and distance. The illusion is that we gaining ground, or heading in a specific direction. The reality is the directionless mystery of existence. We're always right here. So it's not the we shouldn't strive, or reach for an achievement - it's that our effort should be joyful. With no place to really go, than that's the only purpose of our motion.

Peace,

Eric



That Seems As Distant

It all happens here - even something that seems as

distance as a falling star, occurs in the

immediacy of our

being.

There is nowhere that we are not found.

~

Peace,

Eric



In The Rain Fall

In the rain fall - and the stillness between drops goes all but unnoticed. Every storm offers its own spacious understanding. Today I ran for many miles in the rain, and untold drops told me their story. Drenched in a language told from sky to clouds, and then to every landing that came beneath them. Each drop told of motion, a journey from sea to air, and back to ground again, and endless cycle of existence. I was told of life today within a storm. The story was all around, in every drop, and more, in the stillness that allowed each drop to be.

~

Peace,

Eric

In Spacious Understanding

This is what we offer -  our own disappearance in the faith of each encounter. We believe truly that the world is our existence, that we meet only ourselves in the guise of every form, and that indeed, even the formless is a gift in its allowance. We offer our own vast emptiness for all things to simply be, we give in spacious understanding, with no need to interject an illusion of who we think we are. What we offer is the intimacy of this recognition - we are no more than space, in full awareness of one existence.

~

And so this too is distance in its welcome of steps, and the air in its allowance of breath to be in motion. There is nothing that's not shared.

Peace,

Eric

On Holy Ground

and this too is heaven found - as if there is ever a step taken that does not fall on holy ground, and lead directly to the source. It's all right here.

~

We are blessed to be in motion, distance spread in such a way that every moment is our arrival. The truth is that we are not seekers, nor travelers, and not even runners. We are of the mystery, and therefore an eternal question. There are no answers - only the joy of asking.

Peace,

Eric

Perfect In Its Doing

Here we are - existence in a reach of self fulfillment. This is all sacred ground, unfolding in exact moments for our steps to meet against it. There is nothing we could have done to plan this union, each step has the gravity of faith that this world was made to order. It's all a mystery. And somehow perfect in its doing.

~

Peace,

Eric

In Infinite Variations

One thing - in infinite variations of itself. And so we see life in on going fashion, continuing past the borders held by form, and further still through distance. It's awareness recognizing itself in a play of light and shadows, object and perceiver, space and boundaries, it's mystery loaning itself to temporary answers. Our search is not for truth, but one of continuous revelation and again a letting go to keep the world in motion. The truth itself is very simple - we are this one thing.

~

And that's the why of running - distance won't be conquered or even reached in terms of completion, it's continuous and always offers itself in spacious unfolding. Running is our great revelation. We find ourselves in every aspect that is offered.

Peace,

Eric

Original Vision

First there is seeing - seamless, distinction made in form but not in separation. This is our original vision, from and of the source. In later commentary comes division, we now view the world in broken parts and believe that this is completion. And this is how we navigate through life, forgetting to see from our headless space. Yet seeing never ends, our original vision remains as a promise of return. It's always here, present, unfolding still in seamless wonder.

~

We can see distance as a far reach that's ever past our point of stride - or we can see, really see, that we alone are the source of its unfolding.

Peace,

Eric

I Am

I am - and through my view

comes proof of this

existence.

~

Our presence is before all declaration of purpose and intent. We are the silent background for the allowance of song, and the canvas for beauty to be expressed. It's easy to see - simply follow attention to its source, trace the view to its original location. What do we find? This is the I AM before a single word is spoken. It's the headless space of our true belonging. It's where distance begins. It's where the runner ends.

Peace,

Eric

Go Here

Go here - and in fact it is our residing reality oft forgotten. We are lead astray by thoughts in mistaken view of our identity. As if clouds could ever hold the sky as a passing illusion to their permanence. Our truth is one of open sky, clear, spacious, and allowing of clouds and varied storms. Sometimes we are lost to crowded thoughts and a hurried mind - we fear we are the clouds in permanent form. We're not. We are never not the sky.

~

Distance creates an odd dynamic of contracting to a moment of intense detail, ragged breath, aching lungs and legs and a thousand more possibilities - and yet too it is an opening to a broad horizon that holds all things within it's view. And that's life. One thing happens within a larger perspective of who we really are. They don't cancel each other out. Yet by knowing the largeness of our true reality - we have room to allow things to simply be the way they are, and pass in time on their own accord.

Peace,

Eric

Politics

Feel that I should throw out here that I am voting for Clinton because I like her - not because I'm a democrat (I'm registered Green, but reserve the right to vote in the direction of my conscious) I see with clear eyes the choice I'm making and in no way does Trump entertain as anything other than a threat to our country. I am not alone in this regard, as Trump does not have a single major newspaper endorsement (not even in the deepest red states - at least as of yet). Clinton has 70+. If I saw similar signs of an impending disaster from a Clinton nomination I would certainly not even consider casting a vote for her. Donald Trump mocks both Clinton and Obama's open declaration of the coming (and on going) global climate crisis and it really does and should top the list of greatest concerns. Unclean environment - no job matters, no clean air - and no life is sustainable. Unsafe drinking water, historic floods, draughts, and wildfires - and this is just the beginning. Science says that we have a finite timeline (that is near, if not present moment) for corrective action and even then it may be iffy. Who is going to address this? Someone who doesn't believe it is real or even an issue? Or someone who is prepared on day one to take meaningful action? If immigration is a concern, think how bad things will be when millions of refuge's seek a safe haven due to unlivable conditions. Military a voting a concern? The Pentagon has declared that the climate crisis is a more potent threat than terrorism and, in fact, will be linked with its fight. Military ports and bases are in threat of mass destruction due to rising sea levels. The list goes on. There is no excuse for us to turn our backs on this issue now - not if we have kids, grandchildren, or a deep love for country and planet. Donald Trump has a long history of self profit over service. Like Clinton or not, disagree with her policies, hold in contempt her political flaws (which she is well aware of) but it is clear that she is the only logical and safe choice. If her record is reviewed from a non-patrician source than it is also clear that yes, she is flawed, but she is on an entire level of qualification higher than Donald Trump. It's why I don't really bother to debate the issue. It's a simple matter of honest looking. I appreciate the polite discussion everyone had here and hope we can continue to view each other as friends first and our policy  differences last.

The Selfless Experience Of Being All

Disappeared - and found again in the details of the world. There is an exchange of self, our small belief of who we think we are, for the selfless experience of being all. We find ourselves at once endless, and a finite drop of dew clinging to a blade of grass, we are in the detail, and too we are the backdrop that allows the tiniest particle to play its part in our existence. Our disappearance is in fact a mere shift of perspective. We hold the reality of our small self within a greater embrace of truth, of who we really are, and tend with care our own play within the world. To disappear is to find out who we are.

~

As each step disappears to know itself as a stride, so too do runners find themselves as distance.

Peace,

Eric

One Thing - In Full Realization And Wonder Of Itself

It's our view alone - this single moment occurrence aligned in its perfection. We are the witness to what seems like infinite parts come together for an instant in our view. For us alone - every sunset, and landscape, and each artful encounter for the senses. No one else may share in this, for in truth, there is no one aside from what is seen and the One that holds the view. Even this fails in words, as nothing falls separate from the source in which every scene unfolds. We are self witnessing self in a play of parts to tease the sight into letting go of separation. It's not infinite parts come together at all, but one thing - in full realization and wonder of itself.

~

Running brings us to the ultimate scenery of self revealed in every step taken. There is another aspect of ourselves found here, in the beauty of each unfolding moment.

We only have to notice.

Peace,

Eric

Light In Borrowed Form

Nothing contained - yet too nothing untouched by the grace of our connection. We are not an entity separate from its source, we are not one thing belonging only to itself, our truth is singular in the means of light from the sun. There is no aspect of light existing on its own. There is only the source, extending itself in spacious understanding. Even shadows are its creation and last only in the moments of their own belief. And so we too are of the source, beams of light in borrowed form. We contain nothing - and yet too nothing is untouched by the grace of light we offer.

~

Each step is but an extension of light directly from the source. We do not simply run - we illuminate.

Peace,

Eric

Here It Is

Here it is - all points of the infinite to a single cause, this breath taken, a breeze touched against us, a moment in a ray of sun, everything occurred for this to be. We are entwined as a thread to the very fabric of existence. We are both cause and effect and more - we are the witness to it all.

~

A runner accumulates nothing - distance remains infinite in expansion. As does the runner.

Peace,

Eric

It's All Contained Within Us

Not contained by flesh or mind - but both part of our expansion. All things are touched against us in someway. Our skin doesn't sense a separation in its border to air - it knows only the sky as its continuation. Who we are is boundless. Even our thoughts are held within a greater awareness. We are the capacity of their occurrence and the allowance for them to pass. Our truth is that we are not contained within existence - we are life existing as itself. Indeed - it's all contained within us.

~

Even distance is contained within own spaciousness - we truly run within ourselves.

Peace,

Eric

But In Light Of This Becoming

And now - it's all our becoming. What once was viewed as outward appearance is seen clearly as our own seamless presence. There is no experience, nothing held within our sight, nor sound that passes to our ears, that is separate in existence. All become the whole in added expansion. In truth it is only recognition - we see, hear, and feel aspects of ourselves in a reawakening of a deep sense of being delivered as the world. It seems that we become the tree that fits our vision, the song captured by the ears, or the breeze touched against our skin. But in the light of this becoming - we always were this one thing only.

~

And so we run - becoming all the way.

Peace,

Eric

You See, In A World Of One Existence

Nothing lost - even our own selfless realization brings to us a greater truth of all we hold. In the end it is only illusions that pass and leave a light of understanding in their wake. What is real won't be lost but can be covered in the doubt that comes with relying solely on the senses. You see, in a world of one existence - nothing can be removed from our touch. It's all right here.

~

We don't gain or lose distance - running is traveling over the different grounds of only one world.

Peace,

Eric

We Are Not Continued

and perhaps we are not continued but no more than a brief pause in momentary form in a greater continuation of it all. This life is viewed in confines of a length of time we're given. We've been measured in finite numbers against the infinite. We have found ourselves small. And yet we know in some depth of self that this is not so. Our yearning is always for expansion and the truth is  - we are not simply a life within the confines of eternity, but eternity itself played within imagined borders. It's not that we continue - no, we are life itself never ending. The continuation of it all.

~

Whatever distance we run - is but a drop in the infinite travels of awareness. We go on forever. And beyond this too.

Peace,

Eric

Not Reached By Sun And Stars

and it's not that we are reached by sun and stars - but that we are of the same light and dust of their creation. We too are seen brilliant in distance galaxies and wished upon in our flight of motion. We shine as life. Our illusion is in the shadows - for moments we've forgotten where to turn. Yet always we burn in light and wonder. Our truth is in the dawn.

~

Never forget that we are gathered light given form - there is no limit to our travels.

Peace,

Eric

There's Only One Thing Offered

As an edge, yet not sharp against the world but contoured as form in the curve of its caress. This is the play of duality, the reason for the solidity that we offer, to know ourselves as every aspect imagined and still remain in spacious existence. As the wind knows itself in the sway of leaves, we too find ourselves in subtle ways - and in this grace we touch reality. There's only one thing offered and only one received. And that is who we are.

~

Perhaps we run for no reason - than to run. It's the joy we offer to ourselves.

Peace,

Eric

And Now There Is The Seeing

The lines have disappeared

between us -

and now there is the

seeing

~

Our true sight is not the measured glance comparing objects, nor to separate distance to the length of judgment. Nothing is really near or far and real beauty is found beyond the senses. An artist creates for the purpose of our collected soul and eyes and ears are only the means of retrieval - a surface touch between what seems like two worlds. True sight shows us the existence of one world, life in continuation past the senses, expanding, and beauty found in form and formlessness. This is how a runner sees distance - immeasurable, seamless, and every step is coming home.

Peace,

Eric

Live Link For Donation

There is now a live link for Paypal donations should anyone be inclined to help keep this site - and the runner - running. Every little bit is greatly appreciated.

Peace,

Eric



In The Absence Of Measuring

It can't be measured - as distance is the spread of a singular existence and begins and ends in steps of our imagination. The infinite is always present, and no wish will ever bring us nearer to this reality. We are the only point of reference, a self-caused duality in mystery and pleasure. To see distance as anything more than our own field of being, cast outward for exploration - is to be lost in the delusion of separation. There is no shortcut home. In the absence of measuring - we arrive.

~

Peace,

Eric 

Always Here

Always here - this allowing space, an offered freedom for all things to be in their own present moment. There is no hurry here, no rush for anything to pass, nothing is grasped, nor asked to change. The simplicity is that everything is allowed because it is found within this space. Even our desire for things to be other is perfect in design. It's accepted, welcomed, and embraced for its temporary stay. As all things are. This space is our belonging - it's who we are in our deepest presence. The thoughts of separation, our anxiety, a fear-based identity that we are not enough, all these an aspect of personality existing in our larger realm. They're not who we are, having no reality outside their moment. We can let them be - our truth is larger, always here, and allowing in its compassion.

~

Distance running is really very simple as well - it's the allowance for things to be, pleasant and often not, for whatever length of stay. Sometimes action is required, our thirst satisfied, hunger sated, feet rested, and then the run continues. Other times its best to abide in non-attached wonder - all things will pass on their own accord. Either way we remain within this open, free, allowing place that never waivers. It's who we are no matter what the length of distance run.

Peace,

Eric

Passed Through

Passed through - and this our gift to the world, open, and the capacity to allow distance to flow in all directions. We are unobstructed nature, existence itself given as space for manifested form. Everything than belongs, and the need to grasp or push away is accounted for as well as again nothing is excluded. Yet in seeing this we come to the welcoming revelation of self - we are that which all things pass through, the constant ground that allows for the sweep of their caress, and the love that remains in their wake. We are passed through.

~

Even distance is manifested from our own endless, spacious capacity - and so our steps are seen not as chasing any miles but as remaining in the love that is offered in the moment.

Peace,

Eric

The Art Of Pointing

It's as simple as pointing - every object has a location, form defined by its specifics, and even thoughts reside separate from each other. We point to these in regard to their state of being. They exist as known by our senses. Each one seems to stand apart from the backdrop of its surroundings. These are things that can be pointed to, described, and counted. Now continue further - our attention turned towards the pointer: there is the object we know as body, our familiar form, yet pointing still to the very source that holds this view, do we find an actual viewer? On evidence of what is seen there is nothing to be found. To keep pointing is to investigating an emptiness of allowance. We clearly won't find an object where the head should be, not by sight alone, and even touch tells only of sensations. We are headless. But we are not forsaken of identity - our pointing shows that where our head should be is the source that holds all things as one existence. Who we are is this source and once pointed out it can no longer be denied. The one thing without location, the template for objects to be, the spaciousness that connects, contours, and gives meaning to form and functions. This is who we are - and we see this in the simplicity of pointing.

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Running brings us to amazing landscapes - and to know, to actually point in wonder not just towards the outward beauty, but also to the very source that allows this view, that removes us from mere observation to the actual participant of all creation. We are runner, and artist, but more so - we are the art as well.

Peace,

Eric

Brought Near

Brought near - as if the breath of our existence draws us to an understanding. This is our world, and not a separate view seen as individuals, but an unfolding grace of one reality. Even in distance we are pressed on all sides from the infinite. In truth, we are not brought near, there is only the realization of things that can't be measured. There is no place but the center - and we are always here.

Peace,

Eric

Always There Belongs A Clear Sky

Each word points towards an open space - captured for a moment as a page. This is where our truth is found, not in what is told, but in the silence that is heard. Words are not reality, and yet they float as clouds within it. Always there belongs a clear sky, without thought and word, awake to itself, and aware of all that passes through its presence.

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Tracks are not the reality of a runner - only evidence of form left behind. Our reality is always in the moment of step, breath, earth, and sky. There is no need to search for it. Simply run.

Peace,

Eric

To The Point

To the point where there's no between  - and the immediacy of all that's happening is held within one view. This than is the only presence, a continuous mystery of self, unfolding in the guise of every aspect of the world.

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Our running presents only the promise of continuation. Distance is always one step farther - expanding in infinite wonder. Urging us along.

Peace,

Eric

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Or - one soul in need of recognition and care for all its seeming parts. The world is not so divided as to find itself in separate need of healing. There is one existence in distinct forms, one soul given as the spread of life. Nothing is saved, nothing touched, nor healed, apart from our own salvation. The least aspect is of our extension and found holy by virtue of its connection. And so is true for us -we are no more grand than any appearance in existence and no less so than the true wonder of the infinite. It's all one thing.

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Running is that grand connection made of foot touched against earth and sky pressed against lips as every breath taken. There is no separation. Only motion - given as a prayer of recognition.

Peace,

Eric

In One Occurrence

As our occurrence - with no line drawn between life and our observation, we are indeed a participant of the whole. Nothing occurs that is not held as our own action, there is no beauty beyond our own reflection, we find no distance that is not stretched as of our own imagination. Everything is our own happening. That in which we stand in marvel is our own grandeur occurring in a single line of vision. We are life - in one occurrence.  

Peace,

Eric

Aware Of Itself And Full Of Wonder

At our end of the view - we find only presence, awake, aware of

itself and full of wonder.

Look.

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It's amazing - all of distance spreads from one single point, and we are the source that holds it all within our view. If we trace this view back, looking for borders, or lines that break the world in separation - we find none, we find nothing. And yet in this void we hold as self, thought, and face of who we are - everything appears. It's just one continuation of existence. It's you. It's me. It's the world. Running is now less about a measured course and simply seen as our expansion.

Peace,

Eric

The Infinite Capacity Of Existence

My own unbound spaciousness is one and the same as yours - and further still we match the sky in our expansion. There is no place that is not of our belonging, nothing unaccepted to our view, and beyond all there is no line that falls between us. We see ourselves in continuation of each other, a form given to the duality of the senses, and in this regard we learn the pleasure and meaning of touch, sound, sight, and love. This all plays within the template of our shared nature, the truth of who we are - the infinite capacity of existence.

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Even distance falls within our true nature - there is nowhere so far that we don't find ourselves. It's the nature of existence. Everywhere we run - there we're found. Always.

Peace,

Eric

Every Part A Revelation

In parts - and in between we find the mystery of the world. Even in our grandest view our attention falls short of whole. The infinite is beyond our focus. Yet every part is a revelation of the spaciousness of its reality. Our life is but a portion viewed within awareness - attention given to the details of gathered thoughts we hold as who we are. It's the perfect arrangement of the experience of now, this moment that seems as years, this part given. Yet our truth is always more. What allows our part to be played in the finite aspects of self - is our capacity as an awake, loving, endless presence, that allows it all to be. We are no less than the mystery itself. The source of every part.

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It seems we run in portions, a measured time and distance - yet always there is the whole of our reality. waiting to greet each step.

Peace,

Eric

Nothing But Our Eternal Yes Is Lasting

It's always yes - we are acceptance itself, a welcoming grace of all possibilities. Our very nature is an allowance for things to be, to pass, and be again in different form. We say yes in full embrace of what is now, abiding in our own endless capacity to welcome every aspect of existence. Even to deny is simply an experience within our grand acceptance. In the very depth of being, all is seen as transient, illusion in given form, nothing settled, and nothing but our eternal yes is lasting.

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Running distance is the acceptance of small things grown larger through the mind. Say yes to every step taken.

Peace,

Eric