Away from source - our view is held in sharp contrast to its origins. Outwards, we find a world adrift in thought filled meaning and a purpose we assign. Yet is seems we lose the mystery of original sight. Traced to source, a lineless field of vision, there comes no-thing from which it all began, a grace of headless wonder. And in our disappearance - the mystery of the view unfolds.
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Each run is newly discovered ground, a fresh sight yet to tell its story, and a mystery eager to unfold. Yet it takes a runner reborn to every step to find this wonder. Running from the source brings us to a new event each moment - we find ourselves merged as scenery and seer, seamless in our flow of motion. It takes no practice, a simply twist of attention towards the place from which we hold our vision. Look in innocence, playful, curious to what may be there to find. There won't be a runner- yet from here, every step and mile is born.
Peace,
Eric
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