Our Truth Is Self Evident

Really, there is no revelation - our truth is self evident in the seamless flow of vision. We see no lines within existence. Reality is displayed through the countless expressions of just one thing. There is no place a tree becomes that is not touched of earth or reached through air. So too a single step is all of distance. We are this one thing - expressed now as particular form yet always we can see our connection. Just look.

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Peace,

Eric

The Flight Of Our Own Expression

And it all seems so near - a vibrancy of life pressed against us in a constant giving of itself, and more an open invitation to be essential to its full expression. Only the thought that this is what we view as opposed to who we are, keeps us on the thinly veiled side of near. Our truth is that is no other side of this - a bird does not know air as separate from its own existence, it knows flight and the support of all life against its wings. We are no different. There is only this - and the flight of our own expression.

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Peace,

Eric

Continued As The View

Continued as the view - from our own capacity that simply holds all things as divine, we find ourselves through the distance held by our gaze, and further still as each horizon. We are seamless in sight and other senses - all thing occurring within an ever expanding existence.

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All motion is simply the means of expansion - one step, and our world is just a little more then the previous instant seemed to hold. It's who we really are - expanding as the view.

Peace,

Eric

Our Own Divine Capacity

We are built to receive - and the view alone is all we need to know this. At no point do we find ourselves in sudden isolation from the world. We see in seamless fashion - a grace of sight with no line drawn between what is viewed and the source from which it's seen. The wonder is that we're there at all. From this source of incredible absence, we meet the world in terms of duality for what's given and our own divine capacity to receive. In truth - we are created for just this moment.

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Our steps are given - the world is received. Distance is the flow of creation.

Peace,

Eric

A Constant Welcoming

A constant welcoming - meeting ourselves in the motion of the world, our own innate stillness offered for the touch of contrast in a self caress. In return the world revolves to our senses - a giving shade of colors, seasons, and beauty through every form. It's one thing, a sole existence, welcoming itself through the duality of expressions.


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And that's why we run (and dance, and ten thousand different things)


Peace,
Eric

And Nothing Found To Our Beginning

A world emerges - and yet at no point do we find a solid break in its becoming. Fully here, from no place, and nothing found to its beginning. That's the mystery. But still we know, and even in this mystery, that there is a single source for this to be. We too are fully here, from no place, and nothing found to our beginning. We see the world, and traced back to the origin of this view - there is our absence. Somehow we emerged and carried on, awake, and of the source. We are the mystery.

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We are the source of distance - the earth unfolds in steps yet taken.

Peace,

Eric

Of Infinite Hold

None of this is lasting - it's all content within some greater capacity of ours. We are an allowing space of infinite hold. Our faith is not meager in the length given to what comes and goes but is beyond the universe itself in what it offers - all things and every thought have their time to be and pass again through our existence. Faith itself abides within awareness. And only that is lasting.

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We relate to distance - we have faith that all we need is held within its endless borders. Given time, we know that all experiences will pass through its openness. There is little to fear than when we abide within this knowing. Distance is our home.

Peace,

Eric

This Reach Of Ours

This reach of God - touched against us as intimate as breath to lips and step to ground. At no point do we question our own beginning within this connection. We are one existence continued without end. In truth we arrive at God through our own extension - our reach turned back against us in a self-caress of revelation. This reach of ours - and nowhere else do we find God.

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The path to heaven lies through heaven, all the way to heaven is heaven.

- Catherine of Siena

And so each step is our deliverance, our arrival to the exact place of enlightenment. Here, earth and God revealed.

Peace,

Eric

This Touch Is Our Becoming

Only one - and my appearance found in every aspect of the world. Truly, no point of separation belongs between us. From the source comes this body held as mine - and yet nowhere does it cease aside from its given form. My flesh becomes air in continuation and further on there comes a breeze against you. This touch is our becoming - just one in the infinite encounters of the duality of the senses. We have given ourselves this mystery of appearance, a separation of no truth and no reason save for the pleasure of one thing carried on as an aspect of another. Only one - and so there is the world.

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At any given point - a single step contains the world. Nothing is far away when we are released from the expectation of arriving. We are here. Any further destination is impossible. The illusion is one of thought - we tell ourselves not yet, not here, and only a little farther. But this it, right here, now, this step. There is nowhere else to go. We continue on not for any sense of achievement (which is always fleeting) but for unknown reasons that satisfies the soul of the world.

Peace,

Eric

As An Occurrence

Occurring - and we are somehow both form come to be within a moment and too this template of allowance making way for its occurrence. We are a garden of awareness - abiding to a seasonal mystery of all that blooms and again passes. As an occurrence in time - we have awakened to our own existence. And we now bear witness to our true continuation.

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Things occur within distance - steps, breath, and even runner. Distance abides in all their passing. Never diminished. Never emptied. The mystery is that even distance is contained within existence. Knowing who we really are - now nothing seems so far away.

Peace,

Eric

The Details Of The World

Drawn in - and again exchanged as view. We find ourselves in the details of the world, at no point a line drawn as exclusion, we are a seamless flow to what our vision holds. Our capacity is simply a giving space for things to be in present form. We make no demands. To see from this allowing space draws us to the exchange of a falsely held self to the perfection of what is seen. We become the details of the world - yet only in the sense that we allow their wonder as our own. Drawn in - we become our true existence.

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Running draws us in - in a single point we become no more than the breath drawn in present moment or the step each time its graced against the ground. In this detail - we become the world as well.

Peace,

Eric

This Gathering

Our mystery is in this gathering - nothing is distinct within existence, no strand can be parted and called complete upon its on. We are because everything else is as well. And yet somehow too, our deepest mystery is that we are this spacious allowance that invites all things to gather in accord to becoming what we know as life. We are whole by the illusion of parts and still more we are what allows the parts to be seen as whole. It is indeed a marvelous mystery.

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A thousand steps, a hundred miles - yet distance never decreases. Space between runner and object may diminish but distance always stretches on. Our own measure is not between objects however, nor even distance itself. We are too endless for even that.

Peace,

Eric

Finding Our Own Absence

Finding our own absence - in the space that remains of things let go. We have always been the embrace that holds form lightly. To cherish is to simply allow things to be, their passage measured not by time but weight of presence. Our own emptiness is what allows life to take form, to bring its weight against us, and again pass to formless nature. To find our absence is to surrender to original grace - nothing is negated, nothing is held past its time, nothing is pushed from our existence. It's perfection. All things included.

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Distance is the great space we hold in vision - nothing can be excluded. Our steps are a measured method to bring form to our light. Seeing is inclusive. Running, than, is simply the recognition that this too belongs - for now, until it's time for passing.

Peace,

Eric

Here

Resting here - the retuned side of our gaze, our own spaciousness in accord to a world that passes. We are changeless here, eternal, and touched upon all sides by the infinite mystery of how we came to be. Here - the mystery is the answer. Our questions provide the means to our surrender. We rest in the ineffable. Our own self discovered.

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Really look, attention returned to the source of all that spreads outward. Here, the is an aware emptiness that allows for a respite from grasping. Things emerge, pass, and fade all from here. It's a constant oasis in distance. No step takes us from here, no step delivers us, our true arrival is found right here, the source behind our gaze.

Peace,

Eric

As Our Own Expansion

This is what we're given - the view and all that's held within its reach. As seen, there is nothing that's not ours, nothing that we're not, no line to part the world from our true vision. We are given this as our own expansion. Our only limit is how far we wish to see. From here - the infinite only waits for recognition. It's been given to our view.

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For a runner - the view is constant in its inclusion to distance. Our steps are the means to this expansion.

Peace,

Eric

Of Which We Are

Our meditation is the view - eyes opened to the seamless possibilities of all things continued. It's here we find our connection, more so, we see that there never is a parting from the source to what appears to be an object. Nothing is separate, nothing can be separate, it's all held in one view, and this too is traced directly back to the open awareness of which we are.

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It all emerges from the Source - steps, breath, and even distance.

Peace,

Eric

Contoured Space

Appearing - from our own formless mystery we are somehow given lines within existence. And yet what is offered is a contoured space within a greater whole. We are defined as form by own spaciousness pressed against us. It's a temporary appearance for no reason we can figure save the pleasure of knowing our own touch.

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The great joy of running - is that we're running. Everything else is a mystery. Our steps are an exploration of our grounded self. Our breath an endless question given to the sky. We're not looking for answers - it's enough to simply ask, to explore, and rest in the stillness of not knowing.

Peace,

Eric

To The Space That Holds It All

As if the world points to our return - each encounter told of our connection. We wander only in thought and even these contained in our own spacious nature. And so the world enters into the immediacy of view - a reminder of here, it all begins, and here, it all belongs. We see there is no separation. All we have to do is look to where the world is pointing - here, to the space that holds it all.

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To run is to fall again and again in love with the world through means of step and breath and the brand new encounter that every moment holds.

Peace,

Eric

A Self Traced Back To Emptiness

As if we weren't there - and yet a presence fully known. This paradox, a self traced back to an empty hold on all things. We are at once the detail and broad stoke of life greatly painted. Yet more, we are the presence unfolding as an empty canvas, allowing, always offering more by sake of absence in the mystery of this art.

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The truth is - we aren't really there, or here, in an individual sense. We are found in the detail and found again as the holding space that allows details to be form. It's magical. While running we can see ourselves in a continuing state of becoming - we are the current ground beneath the foot, the tree held within our gaze, and air that joins against us. Yet all this is within something much broader, something endless, infinite in its capacity to simply hold. And this too is who are - this too is especially who we are. So yes, in truth, even our specific sense of self is in fact a temporary expression given as a joy to play in details. We are there. But more, we are here, in the endlessness that holds it all.

Peace,

Eric

No Single Place Of Our Beginning

There is no single place of our beginning - in the midst of distance one step becomes the whole and we are both completion and preparation for the next step taken. Distance presents itself in the immediacy of here, our own spaciousness, we see ourselves unfolding in an invitation to explore by means of thought and body. In this sense, we never truly move, as earth and sky both belong within this invitation. We stay in stillness and allow the wash of life and time to pass within us. The illusion is this self we lend to motion. Perhaps than, our beginning is in this seeing - all things simply continue in differing forms and through formlessness. Once seen clearly - our beginning has no end.

Peace,

Eric

And Really, There Is No Surrender

And really, there is no surrender - life is played in the constant stream of our awareness. No moment holds a promise to be other than what life has offered. To what than would we surrender? It only seems that there is a letting go - our truth is one of  changelessness itself and we are the bedrock swept by currents told of life and thought. Nothing changes where we really are, here, this template that allows the world to be in all its many moods and shades. So we don't surrender, we simply abide in our own spacious allowance. And life continues.

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The realization is that one thing is constant - for runners it's distance. We are always in the midst of exactly where we need to be.

Peace,

Eric

It's Our Place Of Worship

It's our place of worship - an obvious temple in the plain view of our existence. There is no step that's not holy and no length of ground aside of our worship. It's how we see and not the view alone - our gaze is a continuation of our capacity to hold the world in compassion. No line is drawn between our own light of existence and what is seen as outward appearance. Our holiness extends in view and virtue from our true point of being. There is nowhere that we don't reach. It's our place of worship.

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Running is worship by virtue of its doing - existence exploring itself in a holy game of motion.

Peace,

Eric

Never Lessened By Content

There's never a trade - our own spaciousness is never lessened by content. Capacity is without discernment. It's the world that we hold within awareness - nothing is apart from this, and nothing more is demanded save our existence.

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Distance never becomes less - we measure in arbitrary manner and yet the infinite still spreads from every step. Our acceptance of location, the exact center of Being, always at the single point of every step and breath keeps is the means of our immediate arrival. Nothing is ever too far away.

Peace,

Eric

Formless Essence Holding To Its Origin

On letting go - as if there were a separate existence in moments where we seem to part. Our truth is always one. It's that simple. Letting go is just a shift in recognition. Where once we found form there is now the formless essence holding to its origin. To see this is to go beyond surrender into the realm pure awareness. On letting go - there is only one existence. And what is real can never slip away.

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Distance can't be let go - we are always in the midst of its reality. Our only role, is to join in its expansion.

Peace,

Eric

Unmoved Allowance

In a world of things passing - we alone remain in stillness. Our essential nature is the groundwork that lends itself to the shift of form against it. We are the unmoved allowance serving in vital function to the motion of the world.

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We are the allowance of contrast - our stillness provides the ground for things that move, our silence is the template for the world to sing, and our essential emptiness is what allows life to be in all of its complexities. As runners we remain in stillness, as singers we are silent background to the note, and as life itself we stay as emptiness for the promise of all possibilities. It's a paradox. It's how things are.

Peace,

Eric

An Empty, Headless, Space Of Mystery

Looking no farther - our own view is a gaze within the infinite. There is sight, and more, there is an awareness of that which is seen. At no point are we divided from the origin of sight and the out flowing world of light and form. We can return our gaze directly to the source - an empty, headless, space of mystery. Is the seer seen? Or is this a faceless reality, awake in its allowance for all things to be? Look no further, here, a view found in both directions - and find out what is really seen.

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It's weird, but we've never actually seen our head. There have been photos, reflections, and description that have been give - yet no one has actually seen that in which sight emerges. There are sensations, and we can trace the contours of where we think a head should be. But does this qualify as a head? Douglas Harding, through his writing and wisdom guides the reader through the actual experience of pointing and finding an awake absence where the head should be. In an instant I "saw" (without seeing a thing) my own spacious reality. And now I practice this seeing - first, my own headlessness, and then the unique (yet very common) view: in the space in which my head should be - I find the world, and further still, expanding (ever expanding) I find the universe. And it's all right here, where I thought my head belonged. In the practical sense - this is where I find distance. My steps are just the formality of self exploration of my own headlessness.

Peace,

Eric

Within The Infinite Pleasure of Not Knowing

It's a direct path - the immediacy of steps and breath brings us to a present seeing. It's all here, unfettered in its entirety, distance is both view and the spread of our awareness. Our urge is not so much to seek, as it is to explore the realm of our existence. We are exploring our own mystery within the infinite pleasure of not knowing. And so to look directly we find ourselves as unknowable, spacious, and yet familiar as the steps and breath and the view in which we hold the world.

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Running takes us nowhere. Exactly where everything is always found.

Peace,

Eric

No Line Drawn Through Existence

Not found - there is no line drawn through existence. Even form is contoured by its compliance to the senses. In truth it is seamless in its flow of continuation. One thing is seen as many in its show of duality - it's the pleasure of mystery to know itself as form in brief caress against its own formlessness.

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With no lines found - there is no point of our departure and every step is complete in its arrival. Distance than cannot be measure. And there is nowhere that we're not found.

Peace,

Eric

Of A Greater Mystery Still

No cause for our arising - existence is the

pleasure of a greater mystery

still

Unknown - yet at no time separate.

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Distance is its own reward - as is the motion used in its exploration. Mystery reveals itself as unanswerable in all but the pleasure of our asking. We are seekers in the presence of all that we've been seeking - and still the mystery will unfold in ways that can't be answered. Running brings us to an arbitrary finish. Yet distance always stretches on.

Peace,

Eric

From Offered Space

And no less an embrace than found in arms - our gaze is given from the depth of spacious wonder. We are sanctuaries for one another. Our view holds the purpose of an offered space of shared awareness. A return is traced to boundless origins - we are not held in an outward glance but in a continued seeing that is more than eyes alone. This is our seamless meeting, two points again recognized as one. Our gaze - no less an invitation.

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Distance starts behind the eyes - our own spaciousness, empty awareness in need of form. It flows from here for the pleasure of steps and eyes to roam.

Peace,

Eric

Indeed This Is A Sacred View

Exchanged - and now found sacred in the view we hold for one another. It's this capacity, open in the allowance of us each to be the embrace of what is seen. Our gaze is directed outward to fill the emptiness that belongs only for such purpose. We fill ourselves with each other, with the world, and with our view stretched towards the infinite. Our own spaciousness becomes the seen and still there's room for always more. In truth - you are my becoming and I am yours. Indeed this is a sacred view.

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One step - exchanged for distance. A single glance to become the sky. Running takes us to the opportunity to become the world.

Peace,

Eric