One thing giving way to itself in formless wonder - and so a tree comes to know itself as sky. This too is our unfolding, yet first from nothing to what seems like solid to the world, and then once more we give way to all that comes within our view. We are constant in our becoming, each look brings us again to new aspects of ourselves now revealed.
It truly is a miracle.
And it happens every moment.
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This is what's so magnificent about running, about life, and who we are - there's nothing we're not, and nowhere we're not found. Running reveals us as motion and then takes us further to aspects of ourselves found in remote reaches of mind and stride.
Peace,
Eric
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