Just Soul - Told As World

As soul - and yet not ours alone. It's this seamlessness of self to air and again to different form that defines the nature of the soul. One thing expressed as every wonder. There is no aspect found that may claim itself exclusive. Just soul - told as world.

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There is just soul - no thing as flesh and then separate as spirit. Just one thing. As running is equal to air, step and ground. It's just running. And that too is soul.

Peace,

Eric

Our Breath Yields to Greater Air (Or the immediacy of greater distance)

Of yielding - this lessening grasp of self to minor things of world and mind. It's a subtle shift of inclusion. Our breath yields to greater air and thus again becomes the sky. So too do we find ourselves in distance - a step given and let go, our sense of self in singular location, all broaden to the stretch of far horizons. We have yielded only illusions. Our truth is always found by letting go.

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If we yield our hold of far off ends - we find the immediacy of greater distance.

Peace,

Eric

And Knows the Touch Of Sky And Stars

It's all a play of view - borders made in sight and mind. Attention is drawn to distinctions and yet the course of our awareness is looked beyond. It's all one thing. No step is separate from the stride and each breath is but a cycle of life and sky again. We are a demonstration of the continuity of existence. There's no single point that denies this belonging - our reach doesn't cling to flesh in refusal to what's not seen. It continues on and knows the touch of sky and stars. Our truth can be seen. Simply look past distinctions to the view that holds it all.

That's what we are.

~

Peace,

Eric



There Comes The Grace Of Form And Formless

It's our disappearance - we are gone now to the inclusion of the view. Yet by some mystery we still exist. Only in absence do we become. It's our nature to at once identify as the small while being the field of all allowance. Truly seen, there comes the grace of form and formless. We are both. To disappear is how we're found.

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"A good runner leaves no footprints."
-Lao Tzu

Peace,

Eric

Absent To Our Own Eyes

Each individual drop falls within the whole of rain. There is no singular existence. I am - yet only because you are. This is the favor offered and returned to one another, our capacity to allow presence to continuously unfold in the guise of every form. In our view there is the world at large and not a hint behind the gaze. We are absent to our own eyes. There are no lines drawn here, no split in the field of vision - just life, whole, continuing in a spread of mystery. One thing.

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Distance can't be seen - only landmarks given as a hint of how large we truly are.

Peace,

Eric

We Cease To Hold A Broken View

Once seen - we are seamless to the view. Before thought, or opinion of what should be, there is just this seeing. All things exist in an effortless flow of one. Our steps do not know separation of earth in terms of distance. Air is equal in the sum of breath. It's all one thing. And we see it - before the mind divides we know of this existence. To see again (and always) we simply cease to hold a broken view in mind.

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We can run beyond division - know the view is not in distance. And that is our arrival.

Peace,

Eric

Nothing Solid To Claim As Ours

Worshipped - with no lines drawn in this exchange. We are equal in all things given and received, each breath sacred in its air of life, nothing solid to claim as ours or belonging to something viewed as other. It's just one thing. We are alone in worship - saying grace to aspects of ourselves seen as earth, sky, sun, and stars. And too our reverence is returned as light, and air, and more the very gift of life itself. Indeed - there is only the act of worshiping.

Nothing is excluded.


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Running is the equal balance of reverence.

Peace,

Eric

From This Place Of Not Knowing

From this place of not knowing - a creative void of uncertainty, allowing, with a promise to become. This is our starting point. All things emerge from here in a great unfolding we view as life. There is nothing to know beyond this.

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It's here in which we find our authentic stride - we allow steps to find the earth on their own accord and our breath to follow it's own infinite pattern of life. We don't need to know - there is greater wisdom once our hold of certainty is let go.

Run free.

Peace,

Eric

Yet Lost Again Too

Always returning - our step is true against the earth and breath when mingled as the air. Our home is this reality. We travel as a great return and the irony is not lost in the ever present moment of awareness. We are here, always- yet lost again too. There is joy in the simple act of returning.

Peace,

Eric

We Appear As Runners

There is no line drawn from here to what appears to be. Our view is seamless in the whole of its embrace. This is the single flow of existence. We appear as runners - and yet all of distance is pressed near against us. There is really nowhere else we could possibly be. We are here - and the world unfolds as our expansion.

Peace,

Eric

Now - We Simply Are

It happens when we disappear - let go of self and the gathered thoughts we held as our identity and we cease in our becoming. Now - we simply are. All things are seen as a single light of existence. We are not separate from this source. This is the true agenda of all our travels - a conscious contact of breath and steps to our own undoing. We remember ourselves as air, earth, and light itself. Our true identity. We have disappeared to the smallness of our being. Here - in the awareness of all things - is where we've always been.

Peace,

Eric

Echoed In The Spaciousness of One Existence

Just this - and it takes every

form arising in

existence.

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There is no separate reality of things, no space between form and formless. There is existence. We exist. And this is our belonging. In our truest sense we are travelers in a solitary world - steps and earth expressed as different forms of one. We are exploring aspects of self projected as world and all of its holdings. Our surprise is in how expansive we truly are. It's not distance that calls but our own voice echoed in the spaciousness of one existence.

Each step is an answer to this call.

Peace,

Eric

In A Passing World - We Remain

Here - and never once moved. We are stillness. From our point of existence all things are measured in length and time. Yet we remain unmoved, eternal, and aware of the world that passes. It only seems that we have lent ourselves to motion. We have joined the illusion of a passing world. It's our pleasure to play within a fabric of reality that allows for us the duality presence. We meet ourselves in passing. All the same and all the time, we remain here - still, silent, aware - never once moving. It's a new game. Now we allow distance to play through us in every guise it offers and we simply smile in return. In a passing world it looks the same as before - only now the rule is stillness and we recognize all that passes.

Peace,

Eric

No Line Drawn Against Awareness

We are this receiving - open as the capacity for the world to be. It's our privilege to allow all things to unfold as they are and offer no more than this. And in our reception of sights, and sounds, and the sensation caused by their passing - we find no line drawn against this awareness. We too are the world at large and receiving is our very own capacity to simply Be.

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Running is the path to self/no self and flows in both direction. Every step is our reception.

Peace,

Eric

One Infinite Space Of Allowance

Our true emptiness - one infinite space of allowance for the world at large. All things existing as an aspect of the one. We are at once both object of appearance and the openness for form to arise. Our gift is this capacity that serves as worlds embrace. We are - so that all may become within us. Existence is our service to the world.

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Running serves to expand the world as presence - nothing exist outside awareness. And so our steps bring the infinite to a measured distance we can hold.

Peace,

Eric

And Again In Endless Wonder

With no in between - we navigate a singularity of form to formless within a tapestry of pure awareness. In a subtle shift of object to air and back again to form, there is only the allowance of shared existence. Nothing need assert for space in an infinite reach of connection. It's just all one thing seen in aspects of individual beauty.

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Running is no more than a continuous revelation of connection - finding ourselves here, then here, and again in endless wonder.

Peace,

Eric

And Now The Sky Received

Exchanged - a single step taken as the world, one breath given and now the sky received. We are this great capacity for allowance. Our existence the template of creation. Even this finite form of self holds memories of stars burnt bright a millennium ago. In all things we allow the small and large to be within our shared moment. This our exchange - our exclusive hold of a fraction of the world for the singularity of all existence. All it takes is recognition.

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Run - and recognized the exchange of steps and breath for earth and sky. It's all you, given to you, from you, as you.

Peace,

Eric

The Endlessness Of Our Capacity To Be

Each step is recognized as again the earth and every breath once more the sky. We are recycled existence never ceasing in the infinite forms of our appearance. There are aspects of ourselves well traveled and others that beckon to be explored. An artist is one who accepts the call from mystery - it's an invitation to know that we will never comprehend the endlessness of our capacity to be. It's not our role to understand. It's enough to simply know that we are creation unfolding as and from the source - and recognize ourselves as earth and sky in steps and breath now taken.

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Run - as if an artist given an infinite landscape on which to create. Because it's so.

Peace,

Eric

Expanding Past Familiar Boundaries

Receive like water - expanding past familiar boundaries and carried on to further shores. So it is with distance. Our steps absorbed into a greater spread of formlessness. And always still there is more to wander.

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Even distance - in all its stretch of wonder - is contained within awareness. Perhaps better said, is that distance is the outer unfolding of our awareness. It occurs as an aspect of consciousness for the sole purpose of being - a coming to light in our attention with an invitation to explore a part of ourselves we have longed ignored. The expansion of distance is our own expansion and the appearance of objects are a shared existence filled with our own purpose and meaning. Again - it's an invitation to receive and at once we find that we too are the gift as well as presentation and reception. It's all one thing. Awareness...being aware.

Peace,

Eric

Our Own Gravity

As if we had are own gravity - that pulls us to earth by the weight of something more, something that compels us to continue on as motion. We are not held as a singular object, set in one location, and not given to expansion. We are urged to find ourselves as the spread of all existence. Gravity is our introduction to the reality of ground, and motion. We are the duality of a shared expression - once and always stillness, and now a temporary sweep of form through space and time. It's our own gravity. We are here - pulled to this one moment. And now we carry on.

Peace,

Eric

One Word For The Infinite Experience Of Rain And Steps

Listening to rain - and its singular expression told

against the earth in countless

drops of wonder

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Yet still we say rain. One word for the infinite experience beneath the clouds. And so it is with distance - as if quantified by steps we reach a given destination and our journey ends. Distance remains unbroken.Our story is told in limited language yet the actuality of distance can only be experienced in the totality of its pieces. We say distance - one word for the infinite experience of steps.

Peace,

Eric

The Immediacy Of Arriving To The Single Point Of Now

We are acknowledged in distance - an aspect of  its own spaciousness found as form. Our own vastness is found within and matched with the stretch of earth and sky. All points of the infinite spread from our existence  - and so indeed we are viewed in equal immeasurable terms as all things so far from reach and view. In truth - the reach itself is our connection. Nothing goes untouched. Our reality is distance - the expansion of self in myriad forms of formlessness. And we reach - to simply know ourselves.

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Running is simple - the math is not from point A to point B - but the immediacy of arriving to the single point of now.

Peace,

Eric

Still - There Is All That Came Before

No more than distance ourselves - measured from this point of stillness to the endless length of our existence. There is no doubt to our expansion.

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It comes first with the step - before this there is only primordial spaciousness. Pure awareness. Unmeasured in a singularity beyond compare. One step. Now there is a wish to know ourselves as traveled to another point. Desire expressed as motion is born. We're travelers. And the world is measured. Yet still - there is all that came before.

Peace,

Eric

And So My World Becomes As Yours

Seamless - and so my world

becomes as

yours

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As if there is a place not of our belonging  - or even separate from where we are. It's all touched by distance. A step leaves off to become the earth and carries through as our connection. Our breath is a single air - given and accepted. Now tell me, where do we end? Or is it all layers of infinite expansion - our flesh the seamless edge of our continuation.

Peace,

Eric

In The Absence Of What's Measured

From here - and distance is just the point measured of where we wish to be. Yet, truly, from here, from this awake capacity that sees only the seamless unfolding of one existence - there is no place we're not. It's one view, but only seen in the absence of what's measured.

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Peace,

Eric

The Measure Of Our Existence

No perimeter - only beliefs left in the

wake of who we really

are

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We find ourselves not through but as distance - exploring our own spaciousness in the measure of a step. Distance is measured from the single point of our existence. Wherever we are. Always. So right here, now, we are the spread of eternity. Nothing goes beyond this.

Peace,

Eric

Disappeared - And Not Found Again

Disappeared - and not found again until seen as distance. We are the template of allowance - all things come to form within the formlessness that we offer. And yet we remain unaware of this until we too allow ourselves to disappear and become again as the spacious capacity of our existence. Our truth is only seen in recognition of our absence.

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To run - and not just see distance spread before eyes, to not just meet the earth with steps - but know we move within a world of our belonging. That's true seeing. That's running not as a runner - but as the scenery aware of being motion.

Peace,

Eric

Before Earth And Step Exist As Measured

It's the moment just let go - before earth and

step exist as measured,

and the grace of our surrender is

all that matters

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It actually is before the concept of a moment - before the possibility of thought itself. Everything just is, as is, existing in original being. This is where our steps emerge from, it's the earth as seen again when it was Eden. And it is still here, ever present, ours to run and play within. In fact, we do, only many games we play now seem joyless. Our return to Eden is in the realization that we are always in the garden - but traded the reality of its flowers for concepts that we cling too. Our return is in our letting go. One step - free from the burden of anything other then its fall to meet the ground. That's our return.

Peace,

Eric

To Truly See Our Lack Of Motion

It's the movement of self that's the illusion - our point is stillness and we remain in this existence as the world and its every aspect pass through. Unaffected. We are changeless in this regard - a compassionate embrace for all that passes. So in our truest sense we are motionless travelers laid down as the path itself. We are witness to the world at large.

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And with my very long run this weekend I allowed myself to be less a runner and more the capacity for the scenery to pass through me. Even the rain. It was a hundred mile opportunity to see. To truly see. And sometimes I did.

Peace,

Eric

Nowhere Else

Thus gone - and only tracks now left behind. This is our liberation, a freedom in this moment alone, with no existence to past or future. Just now. We are erased as an entity bound in time. Indeed we never were outside this moment. It's this realization that is our liberation - knowing that we are not anything that is beyond our capacity to hold right now. Nothing else is in existence.

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It's not present moment awareness - it's simply awareness. Our presence is nowhere else but now. Running presents a wonderful paradox of our steps anchoring us to ground and the moment we are accepted by earth. Yet too, distance provides a space for thoughts to roam. Both of these experiences reside in awareness. Everything resides in awareness. We reside in awareness and more so - it's actually who we are. So in the truth of our identity (not runner, not thought - but awareness) all things are embraced and allowed. Because they are here, right now, in the only moment of existence.

Peace,

Eric

Lived Through

Not done - we are lived through as an aspect of life emerged from the greater one. At no point separate from this. A traveler is within distance. Always.

Peace,

Eric