In The Immediacy Of Seeing

Immediate - there is no delay in this space of recognition. From our view outwards its simply returned towards the source. Here - in boundless wonder, simply explore, all things are still found and yet no lines are drawn to form the worlds distinctions. We are seeing things from the timelessness of our existence, experiencing life while still anchored in the stillness of reality, expressing the very humanness of thought, desire and emotion in the intimate space of our capacity to allow without condemnation. From here, in the immediacy of seeing - we join the mystery. Fully.

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In our immediate wonder - each step is certain only of its mystery.

Peace,

Eric

On Letting Go

On letting go - and again we seek to cling. Our realization is found between the two. It's all in perfect order, the nature of the mind to split the world into distinctions, and the seamless reality of our one true existence. The mystery is not the disappearance of what was once held and now given to its time of passing - but the appearance of things at all. Nature demands a letting go. Our suffering is a direct measure of the length of holding on. To embrace this is to cherish the unknown of arrivals, the mystery of appearance, and the given of departure. On letting go - we find our own spacious nature,

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Distance presents each runner - the immediate step of letting go.

Peace,

Eric

First By Sight

Returned first by sight -our gaze at last directed to the spaciousness of its origin. Here, we find the mystery, the unfolding of the world, presence, and yet a trace of self cannot be found. In our return we leave our solid claim to form behind. Truly we are selfless, and more we are the very source that holds the world. There are two views - outward, things appearing in separate form, and the view returned to its original home. In wholeness - we know there is no line between the two.

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It appears we run through distance - yet its our own spacious nature that unfolds. It's a simple shift, trace the step back from earth, to stride and further still to the grace of its descent. There are no lines found. It's a singular existence. This one step has led us home.

Peace,

Eric

Of Every Measure And Compare

Distance spreads from our arrival. We are the cause of every measure and compare - our true nature is stillness and given to the world as a template for form and motion. This is the pleasure and pain of duality and the only reason things appear. It's life. In our truth - nothing moves except desire. And this the spark that sets the world in motion.

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Things are only measured and compared in thought. Beyond this - we find completion.

Peace,

Eric

Always Here

Always here - and the illusion is that we stray in thought from present moment. There is nowhere else to ever be. Our presence is not found solely as form nor exclusively as formlessness - but as the capacity that allows all things to be and again pass to pure awareness. As an instant is never separate from eternity - we too exist as a moment, and more we are the spread of all existence. We are always - here.

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We don't search for ourselves through distance - but allow thoughts and steps to show us who we are.

Peace,

Eric

Temporary Pleasures In The Endlessness Of Asking

This mystery - and yet unfolding as no less than who we are. It's a question with infinite answers and each is seen as but an aspect of our own self. Who we are is dependent on the view at the time of asking - each time we ask is again a turn towards the source. Only questions matter, only the mystery is true - our answers serve as temporary pleasures in the endlessness of asking.

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Each step is a question asked against the earth - who am I? And the answer is given in the continuation seen as distance.

Peace,

Eric

In The Spaciousness Of Being

And this too - our meditation of inclusion to what is witnessed from the source. In the spaciousness of being all things are seen in the light of a continuous existence. Nothing apart. Our view it traced backwards - here, is our absence, an alive emptiness of infinite compassion in its allowance to let things be and cherish them in their passage. This too - these words a mantra of letting go. Our meditation is simply a reminder, a shift again to original source. From here - nothing is held save the view of who we truly are.

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Running is like this - a letting go of steps to become the stride and meet the earth in grace and ease, the breath taken in from sky and given again as single air. We recognize one existence with many aspects to its Being. Running is simply presence that lends itself to the illusion of motion. From the source, in stillness, we pretend that we too are passing through. In truth we've never moved at all. We're continuously letting go.

Peace,

Eric

Always It Was One Thing

A point of merging - this present reality accepting of itself in the guise and form of something other. It's a trick of eye and mind. At no time are we separate from any aspect of ourselves. Including each other. And yet we play the game of seeking pleasure in the appearance of duality - one thing split in image and given the illusion of time and place. It's all for this moment - a nod of recognition so subtle in its intimacy we often fail to see to the continued spread of one thing existing as another without break in pure awareness. What we see is a point of merging - our reach, space, and contact with objects appearing separate from our fingers. One at the point of touch. To look further we see a deeper truth - form interacting with itself as formless and again to the solid love we know as touch. At no time did we part from original existence. Always it was one thing.

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Our tracks are left more in recognition of a long embrace against the earth and less than a memory of our passing. Earth knew itself as runner - and we, simply the means of its caress.

Peace,

Eric

We Call It Love

In the end - there is love in its lone caress. We are the capacity of inclusion, nothing escaped or separate from singular existence. All things contained within awareness. And this containment, this caress of form passing through our formless reality is unconditional. We call it love. And so it is.

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Steps contained in distance, breath held by sky. All belong in Love.

Peace,

Eric

Left Behind

Left behind - yet still not separate from our surroundings. Only expanding on as true existence and slipping past boundaries of the mind. We have taken on the false persona of our beliefs, small, set apart, and fraught within the world. It's this we leave behind. Our truth is found behind the gaze - this unnamed largeness, brilliant in its open nature, always waiting our return. By looking outwards we accept beliefs in what we see. Unquestioned. Our returned gaze is always unchanging, present, holding all within its view. There is nothing to believe accept for what the moment offers. It's there for us too see. Simply look - only what's false is left behind. The truth waits only for recognition.

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We don't run to meet distance - our own largeness contains it all. Every breath and each step tells of our existence. We are far - our breath drawn from sky. And we are near - as steps graced against the earth. We run to meet ourselves as the truth of who we are.

Peace,

Eric

Yet Full Of Mystery To The Eyes

Keep returning - even the outward view is just a shift of recognition from its point of origin. There is only one way to see. Reality is seamless in its truth yet full of mystery to the eyes. So again our gaze returns to the presence of its unfolding. From here - mystery and reality are seen as same in single view. And we remain in the beauty of it all.

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Mindfulness includes forgetting. Enlightenment is simply our return to recognition of it all. Run without the agenda of details - breaths counted and steps known. Awareness holds all concerns.

Peace,

Eric

Edgeless In The Sharp Divide

Here's our practice - to be edgeless in the sharp divide of false vision of the world. There is another way to see. With sight solely directed in an outward view there comes a limit to what we know as our existence. We always meet an edge of separation. Yet turned around - we find no evidence of the view being separate from its point of origin. We find no edge. One thing is seamless in the many expression of its existence. A tree is no less than life itself expressed in continuation from the sky. There is no edge to this field of vision and being - we too continue from tree, to sky, and on again to singular view of completion. Turned around - we see ourselves in edgeless wonder.

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Running - an edge appears, yet every step proves our continuation.

Peace,

Eric

Nothing Needs To Be Said (But I'll Try...)

We talk  of love - and our words meet in a shared understanding of what can't be said aloud. Love is, and it's the silence surrounding these words that brings us to a depth of awareness beyond the need to say more. We know.

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In all ways we communicate this - our love displayed is simply the nod of shared awareness. Each step recognizes itself as earth again and every breath is air taken and returned to sky. Nothing needs to be said of this love. It's understood. Running is simply a love affair of self as seen in view of world and the appearance of others. It's all One thing in constant recognition of itself. Words fail in the realm where steps and breath take us. So why say more?

Peace,

Eric

The Gift Of No Attainment

No step seeks attainment - the totality of its expression is not distance gained,  but its own self lost within stride, earth, and air. A largeness is found that was present from its first fall to its moment on the ground. As such - the breath is not greater than the air of its completion. No less than the infinite is drawn as life and again given to the air of its existence. No effort is needed for reception of this gift. This is the natural order of all things, the simplicity of being. It's who we are. And there's nothing we must do to attain this.

Peace,

Eric

To Be The Pure Essence Of Creation

Far from empty - yet no inherent self found beyond gathered thoughts we hold as false identity. To say we are nothing is the first and only truth. To know this truth as the capacity that allows, embraces and cherishes each and all things as an aspect of one existence - is to see. Being no-thing is to be the pure essence of creation itself. Objects, thoughts, emotions and the appearance of others, all pass through the one that is aware of their passing. We are the One.

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In running - steps pass through distance, our breath leaves no trace against the air. Aware of it all, yet unmoved, we are as distance, as air, undisturbed by all things passing.

Peace,

Eric

Again (and again)

We meet - a touch against our shared existence. Knowing ourselves again as one and yet again a play of separation. Perhaps it's all for that exquisite touch - a moment given purely to our recognition. The infinite itself stretches from a reach of endlessness to know itself in the pleasure of an instant. Eternity's game. The moment doesn't escape from timelessness. It has never been apart. As too our steps from distance. We meet it all - the world, the infinite, each other, again, and again for the very first time. And so our touch becomes eternal.

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In truth - nothing becomes but always is. Our touch, a step, a smile exchanged is the infinite saluting itself in the intimacy of recognition of its nature.

Peace,

Eric

Only The Mystery Of Appearance

Perhaps one line drawn, a distinction made after all - there is the world becoming from this empty, spacious clarity where I once thought myself to be. Having looked, gaze directed back in return to source - I found my absence. From this awake void comes a sudden body, and then continued as the world. To look further - even this line is an imaginary border. It's not the beginning of the world at all, but existence serving itself as form. No, perhaps there isn't a line - only the mystery of appearance in the openness that holds it all.

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Distance is channeled to the pinpoint of every runner - it starts here, continues from our every step. It's the openness of who we are. Just look. In the absence of lines that separate the scene from seer  - we appear.

Peace,

Eric

Traced Back

Traced back - from step to path, and further still to only motion. And not a single line is drawn between it all. Traced back from distance there is the gaze - yet no one there to bear witness to the view. We are not travelers in an outer world. Traced back - we find the world unfolds in spacious wonder.

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Distance flows in all directions. Just look.

Peace,

Eric

In Both Directions

Appearances are made - and yet presence alone abides in the wake of their passage. This is the promise and fulfillment of duality. Oneness in recognition of the artful guise of its existence. One thing appearing as many. So we are an appearance within an all allowing template - that's the finite view of who we are. True...and yet - there is an infinite view as well. We are the template, presence, aware capacity for this great allowance. This infinite view is found at the origin of our gaze - the absence of an actual seer, but still the scenery unfolding seamless in this empty space. We have found ourselves in both directions.

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Runner - know yourself as path and distance.

Peace,

Eric

In Dreams Or Sighted Wonder

With eyes closed - there is no point of incompletion. Nothing is measured beyond the senses. Yet the truth is equal with eyes opened. There are no borders. Distance remains the same reach of imagination in dreams or sighted wonder. There is no need to measure.

Peace,

Eric

Playing In Possibilities

Who we are - no less than capacity offered to another, an allowance for the world to be, and an aspect of existence given to unique form. Yet still this amounts to nothing. There is no lasting moment apart from eternity. No particle separate from the infinite whole. Who we are is the moment drawn back to the eternal, the particle remembering itself as whole, and again a seeming shift away from what is true. Who we are is mystery - playing in the possibilities of an answer.

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We won't arrive to distance. It's part of who we are. Here.

Peace,

Eric

We Meet Ourselves In Seamless Vision

Here, with gaze retuned to point of

origin - we meet ourselves in

seamless wonder.

Unfolding as the world.

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Our vision holds only the truth of illusions - objects are real in appearance, yet lack the solidity of a separate reality of their own. We too hold ourselves to this truth and we too are no more apart from the whole as any object held in vision. There are no lines that allow a sudden becoming - we are form given a gradual appearance from the formlessness of existence. At no point do we emerge as separate from the source. At no time will we ever cease to be existence. Return to the origin of the gaze, there are no lines that designate scenery from the seer, appearance from the source, one object from another. From here - it's one thing.

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We are in the midst of distance - the very thing we wish to gain by steps and stride. Relax. We're already where we need to be.

Peace,

Eric

Yet Appearing As Two

Undivided - all things are inclusive in relation to another. In truth they are of the same essence and simply offer duality in recognition of a divine expression given form. No less true for you and me - our appearance only given meaning in the undivided space we offer to each other. And so too this is our gift to the world. We are the template that allows duality and more we are the appearance of all things that gives pleasure to the template. Undivided - yet appearing as two.

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In distance - we are not far from anything. It's all a single reach of imagination. Our steps don't divide in portions for the mind - no, each is a pleasure of its own accord.

Peace,

Eric

We Find Only Each Other

It's not our absence - but more the subtle realization of presence found beneath the thoughts once held in the belief of our location. We are not contained within a singular body. To trace presence back to the origin of its view - we find only each other, the world, the stars, and moon. It's a shared presence of all existence. One thing. The collected thoughts that make these bodies, the characteristics believed to be separate, apart, from others - are simply found as absent in weight of their reality. In short - there is a seeing of one sky, and the many clouds that pass through its existence.

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Running provides this great opportunity - the acceptance of step to earth, breath exchanged as sky, and all one view in seamless vision.

Peace,

Eric

And Every Breath

This very air is our

connection -

and every breath is drawn in

affirmation. 

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Even distance is space touched against us. Nothing is separate.

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In the most practical sense we are not running towards a finish or away from our place of start. We are just running. Traveling for the sake of motion. Simple really. Distance is merely the reality of where we find ourselves. Here. Always.

Peace,

Eric

Lessons From A Tree

From stillness - and yet a tree is always expanding in minute measure, living, an effortless function to the world by virtue of its being. There is carbon drawn through to roots and ground and breathed again as cleansing air. Time is marked in the change and passage of their leaves. Again from the seeming stillness of their location. We are no different then trees ourselves - we share the same stillness of allowance. The ground of being is fertile for every expression. Life has come through presence and expressed itself as tree, as every blade of grass, and shades of people believing in a separate existence. Apart from it all. A tree has no need to question its belonging. It's touched as both earth and sky in singular connection. One touch. And so are we. From stillness - and yet we are always expanding in minute measure, living, and effortless function to the world by virtue of our being.

Peace,

Eric 

The Absence Of Lines

In the absence of lines - there is

no end to our becoming.

And all things unfold as our

existence.

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Look - is there a line that shows us where "here" ends and distance begins? Is there a line that confines us to a separate existence? Are we defined by the lines that give form or the formlessness touched against us? There are no hard lines. All things yield to another and carry on as something greater still.

Peace,

Eric 

And Now Just Presence

dissolved...and now just

presence -

in wonder to itself

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Letting go of measured distance. And here we are. Enjoy.

Peace,

Eric

And It Takes No Time To Get Here

There is nowhere else - only here in this singular existence appearing as all things. We are fooled by the belief in time as a linear force that holds our place in the world. And yet even distance is but the present moment waiting for our attention turned towards it. We are in the midst of it. It's the thought that anything could be beyond us that keeps us in the realm of time. The reality is our connection. Nothing is beyond what we already are. And it takes no time to get here. Enjoy the illusion of time and travel - it's the pleasure of self-exploration.

Peace,

Eric