To Surrender Intent

With the absence of intent - we find ourselves measureless and running with each step arriving in the perfection of a moment. Already here, present, and now unfolding without means or care beyond a step taken - we know ourselves as distance.

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It is not that we have to abandon intent as a means of achievement - it's that there is a recognition that on another note we are the measureless sweep of motion that has already arrived at a certain end. Indeed, our presence has been this tract of earth we run along, the air itself been a single breath of our extension, there is no place that has not held itself as our very own ground to step upon. We are distance in lieu of form. There is nothing then to achieve and intent only serves the runner. We are less than this - and too, as distance, we find ourselves as so much more.

Peace,

Eric