Headless Now
Ramblings on the things I love from a non-dual perspective
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
No One There
only steps - and the absence of a
runner apparent in tracks
now left behind
~
We are joined as space in what is viewed as distance - imaginary play of form dancing with itself. We call it running.
Peace,
Eric
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