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
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