Telling no stories - there is no step, no foot falling to the earth, nor ground laid for its reception. Nothing. Even motion is a story told against stillness. There is no denying the appearance of things. Yet to believe in objects separate from another is an illusion. Running is a story we tell of ourselves in incompletion - each step a sense of wholeness rediscovered. It's the joy of not knowing what we know. Yet the seamless reality is simply awareness in the capacity to know itself as our story told. In this moment, for me, I tell the story of a runner.
Peace,
Eric
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