Always Here (and here)

Here is our love - absence given in favor of one. In this we are complete. Our view of self is only held by separate means. We see steps, and distance, and a wish to some conclusion. There is no love in view of parts. A runner has one real desire - to be absent of the self that keep them far. We are asked to abandon nothing but the false sense of where we are. We are always Here - and distance is no more than the reach of our existence. Always here. Always here. Runner's love their way through distance.

Peace,

Eric