The Selfless Experience Of Being All

Disappeared - and found again in the details of the world. There is an exchange of self, our small belief of who we think we are, for the selfless experience of being all. We find ourselves at once endless, and a finite drop of dew clinging to a blade of grass, we are in the detail, and too we are the backdrop that allows the tiniest particle to play its part in our existence. Our disappearance is in fact a mere shift of perspective. We hold the reality of our small self within a greater embrace of truth, of who we really are, and tend with care our own play within the world. To disappear is to find out who we are.

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As each step disappears to know itself as a stride, so too do runners find themselves as distance.

Peace,

Eric

One Thing - In Full Realization And Wonder Of Itself

It's our view alone - this single moment occurrence aligned in its perfection. We are the witness to what seems like infinite parts come together for an instant in our view. For us alone - every sunset, and landscape, and each artful encounter for the senses. No one else may share in this, for in truth, there is no one aside from what is seen and the One that holds the view. Even this fails in words, as nothing falls separate from the source in which every scene unfolds. We are self witnessing self in a play of parts to tease the sight into letting go of separation. It's not infinite parts come together at all, but one thing - in full realization and wonder of itself.

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Running brings us to the ultimate scenery of self revealed in every step taken. There is another aspect of ourselves found here, in the beauty of each unfolding moment.

We only have to notice.

Peace,

Eric

Light In Borrowed Form

Nothing contained - yet too nothing untouched by the grace of our connection. We are not an entity separate from its source, we are not one thing belonging only to itself, our truth is singular in the means of light from the sun. There is no aspect of light existing on its own. There is only the source, extending itself in spacious understanding. Even shadows are its creation and last only in the moments of their own belief. And so we too are of the source, beams of light in borrowed form. We contain nothing - and yet too nothing is untouched by the grace of light we offer.

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Each step is but an extension of light directly from the source. We do not simply run - we illuminate.

Peace,

Eric

Here It Is

Here it is - all points of the infinite to a single cause, this breath taken, a breeze touched against us, a moment in a ray of sun, everything occurred for this to be. We are entwined as a thread to the very fabric of existence. We are both cause and effect and more - we are the witness to it all.

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A runner accumulates nothing - distance remains infinite in expansion. As does the runner.

Peace,

Eric

It's All Contained Within Us

Not contained by flesh or mind - but both part of our expansion. All things are touched against us in someway. Our skin doesn't sense a separation in its border to air - it knows only the sky as its continuation. Who we are is boundless. Even our thoughts are held within a greater awareness. We are the capacity of their occurrence and the allowance for them to pass. Our truth is that we are not contained within existence - we are life existing as itself. Indeed - it's all contained within us.

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Even distance is contained within own spaciousness - we truly run within ourselves.

Peace,

Eric

But In Light Of This Becoming

And now - it's all our becoming. What once was viewed as outward appearance is seen clearly as our own seamless presence. There is no experience, nothing held within our sight, nor sound that passes to our ears, that is separate in existence. All become the whole in added expansion. In truth it is only recognition - we see, hear, and feel aspects of ourselves in a reawakening of a deep sense of being delivered as the world. It seems that we become the tree that fits our vision, the song captured by the ears, or the breeze touched against our skin. But in the light of this becoming - we always were this one thing only.

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And so we run - becoming all the way.

Peace,

Eric

You See, In A World Of One Existence

Nothing lost - even our own selfless realization brings to us a greater truth of all we hold. In the end it is only illusions that pass and leave a light of understanding in their wake. What is real won't be lost but can be covered in the doubt that comes with relying solely on the senses. You see, in a world of one existence - nothing can be removed from our touch. It's all right here.

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We don't gain or lose distance - running is traveling over the different grounds of only one world.

Peace,

Eric

We Are Not Continued

and perhaps we are not continued but no more than a brief pause in momentary form in a greater continuation of it all. This life is viewed in confines of a length of time we're given. We've been measured in finite numbers against the infinite. We have found ourselves small. And yet we know in some depth of self that this is not so. Our yearning is always for expansion and the truth is  - we are not simply a life within the confines of eternity, but eternity itself played within imagined borders. It's not that we continue - no, we are life itself never ending. The continuation of it all.

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Whatever distance we run - is but a drop in the infinite travels of awareness. We go on forever. And beyond this too.

Peace,

Eric

Not Reached By Sun And Stars

and it's not that we are reached by sun and stars - but that we are of the same light and dust of their creation. We too are seen brilliant in distance galaxies and wished upon in our flight of motion. We shine as life. Our illusion is in the shadows - for moments we've forgotten where to turn. Yet always we burn in light and wonder. Our truth is in the dawn.

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Never forget that we are gathered light given form - there is no limit to our travels.

Peace,

Eric

There's Only One Thing Offered

As an edge, yet not sharp against the world but contoured as form in the curve of its caress. This is the play of duality, the reason for the solidity that we offer, to know ourselves as every aspect imagined and still remain in spacious existence. As the wind knows itself in the sway of leaves, we too find ourselves in subtle ways - and in this grace we touch reality. There's only one thing offered and only one received. And that is who we are.

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Perhaps we run for no reason - than to run. It's the joy we offer to ourselves.

Peace,

Eric

And Now There Is The Seeing

The lines have disappeared

between us -

and now there is the

seeing

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Our true sight is not the measured glance comparing objects, nor to separate distance to the length of judgment. Nothing is really near or far and real beauty is found beyond the senses. An artist creates for the purpose of our collected soul and eyes and ears are only the means of retrieval - a surface touch between what seems like two worlds. True sight shows us the existence of one world, life in continuation past the senses, expanding, and beauty found in form and formlessness. This is how a runner sees distance - immeasurable, seamless, and every step is coming home.

Peace,

Eric

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Peace,

Eric



In The Absence Of Measuring

It can't be measured - as distance is the spread of a singular existence and begins and ends in steps of our imagination. The infinite is always present, and no wish will ever bring us nearer to this reality. We are the only point of reference, a self-caused duality in mystery and pleasure. To see distance as anything more than our own field of being, cast outward for exploration - is to be lost in the delusion of separation. There is no shortcut home. In the absence of measuring - we arrive.

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Peace,

Eric 

Always Here

Always here - this allowing space, an offered freedom for all things to be in their own present moment. There is no hurry here, no rush for anything to pass, nothing is grasped, nor asked to change. The simplicity is that everything is allowed because it is found within this space. Even our desire for things to be other is perfect in design. It's accepted, welcomed, and embraced for its temporary stay. As all things are. This space is our belonging - it's who we are in our deepest presence. The thoughts of separation, our anxiety, a fear-based identity that we are not enough, all these an aspect of personality existing in our larger realm. They're not who we are, having no reality outside their moment. We can let them be - our truth is larger, always here, and allowing in its compassion.

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Distance running is really very simple as well - it's the allowance for things to be, pleasant and often not, for whatever length of stay. Sometimes action is required, our thirst satisfied, hunger sated, feet rested, and then the run continues. Other times its best to abide in non-attached wonder - all things will pass on their own accord. Either way we remain within this open, free, allowing place that never waivers. It's who we are no matter what the length of distance run.

Peace,

Eric

Passed Through

Passed through - and this our gift to the world, open, and the capacity to allow distance to flow in all directions. We are unobstructed nature, existence itself given as space for manifested form. Everything than belongs, and the need to grasp or push away is accounted for as well as again nothing is excluded. Yet in seeing this we come to the welcoming revelation of self - we are that which all things pass through, the constant ground that allows for the sweep of their caress, and the love that remains in their wake. We are passed through.

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Even distance is manifested from our own endless, spacious capacity - and so our steps are seen not as chasing any miles but as remaining in the love that is offered in the moment.

Peace,

Eric

The Art Of Pointing

It's as simple as pointing - every object has a location, form defined by its specifics, and even thoughts reside separate from each other. We point to these in regard to their state of being. They exist as known by our senses. Each one seems to stand apart from the backdrop of its surroundings. These are things that can be pointed to, described, and counted. Now continue further - our attention turned towards the pointer: there is the object we know as body, our familiar form, yet pointing still to the very source that holds this view, do we find an actual viewer? On evidence of what is seen there is nothing to be found. To keep pointing is to investigating an emptiness of allowance. We clearly won't find an object where the head should be, not by sight alone, and even touch tells only of sensations. We are headless. But we are not forsaken of identity - our pointing shows that where our head should be is the source that holds all things as one existence. Who we are is this source and once pointed out it can no longer be denied. The one thing without location, the template for objects to be, the spaciousness that connects, contours, and gives meaning to form and functions. This is who we are - and we see this in the simplicity of pointing.

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Running brings us to amazing landscapes - and to know, to actually point in wonder not just towards the outward beauty, but also to the very source that allows this view, that removes us from mere observation to the actual participant of all creation. We are runner, and artist, but more so - we are the art as well.

Peace,

Eric

Brought Near

Brought near - as if the breath of our existence draws us to an understanding. This is our world, and not a separate view seen as individuals, but an unfolding grace of one reality. Even in distance we are pressed on all sides from the infinite. In truth, we are not brought near, there is only the realization of things that can't be measured. There is no place but the center - and we are always here.

Peace,

Eric

Always There Belongs A Clear Sky

Each word points towards an open space - captured for a moment as a page. This is where our truth is found, not in what is told, but in the silence that is heard. Words are not reality, and yet they float as clouds within it. Always there belongs a clear sky, without thought and word, awake to itself, and aware of all that passes through its presence.

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Tracks are not the reality of a runner - only evidence of form left behind. Our reality is always in the moment of step, breath, earth, and sky. There is no need to search for it. Simply run.

Peace,

Eric

To The Point

To the point where there's no between  - and the immediacy of all that's happening is held within one view. This than is the only presence, a continuous mystery of self, unfolding in the guise of every aspect of the world.

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Our running presents only the promise of continuation. Distance is always one step farther - expanding in infinite wonder. Urging us along.

Peace,

Eric

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Or - one soul in need of recognition and care for all its seeming parts. The world is not so divided as to find itself in separate need of healing. There is one existence in distinct forms, one soul given as the spread of life. Nothing is saved, nothing touched, nor healed, apart from our own salvation. The least aspect is of our extension and found holy by virtue of its connection. And so is true for us -we are no more grand than any appearance in existence and no less so than the true wonder of the infinite. It's all one thing.

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Running is that grand connection made of foot touched against earth and sky pressed against lips as every breath taken. There is no separation. Only motion - given as a prayer of recognition.

Peace,

Eric

In One Occurrence

As our occurrence - with no line drawn between life and our observation, we are indeed a participant of the whole. Nothing occurs that is not held as our own action, there is no beauty beyond our own reflection, we find no distance that is not stretched as of our own imagination. Everything is our own happening. That in which we stand in marvel is our own grandeur occurring in a single line of vision. We are life - in one occurrence.  

Peace,

Eric

Aware Of Itself And Full Of Wonder

At our end of the view - we find only presence, awake, aware of

itself and full of wonder.

Look.

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It's amazing - all of distance spreads from one single point, and we are the source that holds it all within our view. If we trace this view back, looking for borders, or lines that break the world in separation - we find none, we find nothing. And yet in this void we hold as self, thought, and face of who we are - everything appears. It's just one continuation of existence. It's you. It's me. It's the world. Running is now less about a measured course and simply seen as our expansion.

Peace,

Eric

The Infinite Capacity Of Existence

My own unbound spaciousness is one and the same as yours - and further still we match the sky in our expansion. There is no place that is not of our belonging, nothing unaccepted to our view, and beyond all there is no line that falls between us. We see ourselves in continuation of each other, a form given to the duality of the senses, and in this regard we learn the pleasure and meaning of touch, sound, sight, and love. This all plays within the template of our shared nature, the truth of who we are - the infinite capacity of existence.

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Even distance falls within our true nature - there is nowhere so far that we don't find ourselves. It's the nature of existence. Everywhere we run - there we're found. Always.

Peace,

Eric

Every Part A Revelation

In parts - and in between we find the mystery of the world. Even in our grandest view our attention falls short of whole. The infinite is beyond our focus. Yet every part is a revelation of the spaciousness of its reality. Our life is but a portion viewed within awareness - attention given to the details of gathered thoughts we hold as who we are. It's the perfect arrangement of the experience of now, this moment that seems as years, this part given. Yet our truth is always more. What allows our part to be played in the finite aspects of self - is our capacity as an awake, loving, endless presence, that allows it all to be. We are no less than the mystery itself. The source of every part.

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It seems we run in portions, a measured time and distance - yet always there is the whole of our reality. waiting to greet each step.

Peace,

Eric

Nothing But Our Eternal Yes Is Lasting

It's always yes - we are acceptance itself, a welcoming grace of all possibilities. Our very nature is an allowance for things to be, to pass, and be again in different form. We say yes in full embrace of what is now, abiding in our own endless capacity to welcome every aspect of existence. Even to deny is simply an experience within our grand acceptance. In the very depth of being, all is seen as transient, illusion in given form, nothing settled, and nothing but our eternal yes is lasting.

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Running distance is the acceptance of small things grown larger through the mind. Say yes to every step taken.

Peace,

Eric

An Inquiry Into The Seamless

An inquiry into the seamless - nature in its constant acceptance of all appearance. Everything comes within - our skin is touched as air in same regard as a leaf in the contoured hold of sky. Emptiness simply gives of itself for all creation. This is existence, reality, shared and shaped within boundless wonder. It's who we are.

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Looking carefully - one step taken and the whole of earth spreads in distance. There is no ground left untouched. Our world, our step, is seamless.

Peace,

Eric

Finding Nothing Of Self

As essence - and here we're found, the last of all negations, formless, and now full as our capacity to hold all things. We come to this through dismissal of our belief in the illusion of parts. Finding nothing of self in form, thought, or function, and yet a continuation of awareness as all of this passes. We are found in the only thing that remains - the allowing template that gives of its very spaciousness for the things of life to be.

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In the end - there is no pursuit of distance. We are always in the midst of our own spacious wonder. The illusion is that there is some place to be.

Peace,

Eric

Our Distinction

Distinct - and still recognized as a celebrated aspect of one existence. Life is the play of this one thing given to the duality of its expression. It's consciousness opened to itself in praise and wonder. A tree is distinct from the sky but comes alive within its air. It's all displayed within our view - a vision held in the demands of our own participation. We are distinct from tree and sky yet still the template of their allowance. Our true vision, the source from which all is seen - is the capacity for the world to be.

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Each step distinct - yet still come to find the stride.

Peace,

Eric

Face To No -Face With Our Existence

A subtle confrontation - where once seen there is now the headless space of reality. Our spaciousness never subsides to the view of expectations. We demand a solid world to see, and more we wish to add form to the void from where our sight is born. And yet we always sense the absence of the viewer. Our confrontation begins in self-wonder and exploring the limits of our form. By simply looking, our direction of view turned back against itself, we come face to the no-face of our existence. Nothing there. Everything here. A confrontation so profound that we accept it. We are - because of our capacity to not be. The key to any confrontation is the paradox of truth.

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Running leads to some strange things - and nothing more so than the lack of actual runner. Once seen, there is still form, still motion, and always distance. But the runner is gone so all those things can simply Be.

Peace,

Eric

And Always We Remain One Existence

Yet layers found in this existence -  one thing still and always, but given to details unique in their expressions. In temporary form we find ourselves no less spacious than the emptiness that props against us, giving template to all we do, think, and say. Words are just another layer in silent backdrop, while motion weaves itself through stillness bound. All one thing in their finest form, all aspects of a single existence capable of being known as more. We are this layer, now expressed in a lifetime of a moment. And always we remain as one existence.

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Distance brings us to the layers that can't be measured - our existence is the allowance that temporary things pass through. Even the witness to motion will vanish as another layer gone. Here - there is the space where distance is born. And that's who we are.

Peace,

Eric

And All To Know The Pleasure Of Each Other

...and we come to this - the infinite trickled down to finite form, our endlessness given momentary end, and all to know the pleasure of each other, of two things touched against sides, of elements expressed in common language. Duality serves in intimacy.

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We enjoy ourselves as landscape, step, breath, and air - one thing expressed as world.

Peace,

Eric