each step again to earth - and carried
too is our continuation
~
We are never not, earth, sky and the steps that seem between the two. It's all the continuous expression of one caught in a momentary guise. Distance is the play of space given form and then spread further still for rediscovery. There is no place our steps leave off. Running is less motion than the recognition that, yes, here too we find ourselves again. In this sense - we never move at all.
Peace,
Eric
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