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
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