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
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