The Greater Grace Of Letting Go

It's a forgiving space - here, our own presence, free of all but the grace to welcome, and the greater grace of letting go. Nothing is held here, no borders to a grievance, all things honored for the length in which they stay, indeed, we are empty by nature and serve in the capacity to love what passes through. In this truth, there is no forgiveness, nothing is measured in concern or bias, and every thought otherwise is equally cherished. In this space - there is only awareness, unconditional in its acceptance. This space - is the truth of who we are.

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The sky holds no grievance for any passing storm. Distance is expansive to every step in motion. Run - knowing that we're free.

Peace,

Eric

It All Belongs

It all belongs - by virtue of appearance there comes a spacious understanding that this too is to be held within presence. We are open to this, built to receive, and cherish for a moment, with the grace of then letting go. As well, we are the source that offers no judgment in distinction of arrival, empty of all but welcome and compassion, nothing is foreign in our reception. This is the holiness of who we are, a sanctuary of acceptance, everything belongs for the measure of its stay. Nothing is denied. It all belongs.

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Distance is empty of all but acceptance, and in the paradox of this regard, there is no limit to what it holds.

Peace,

Eric 

Not To The Solid

Our faith belongs not to the solid, nor to things that pass swiftly through the world - but to the emptiness that serves in full allowance, and offers grace to all departures. Our faith belongs to our own open presence, infinite, and patient by its nature. In our very own timelessness - we let the world unfold.

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Distance is infinite in its expansion - and a runners faith can't be measured.

Peace,

Eric

 

Tender Knowing

Presence - and all else an appearance in temporary form and measure. Our care is no less for things of the world, indeed by fleeting nature we cherish that much deeper. We view the world with tender knowing.

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As we see - a view extended forward as well as in return, we find ourselves in spontaneous intimacy with what once was a passing notice. True sight is absent of lines from the beholder to what's held, we are uninterrupted in our continuation. So we find ourselves in wonder of it all, more so, we marvel at a presence that allows each thing to be a mystery of its own. We see our own truth as this allowance, knowing ourselves again as holy, complete, this presence that gives itself to hold the world. See this - and run in the beauty of who you are.

Peace,

Eric

We Give Nothing

It's what we give - our gift is for the world to be in perfect order of its own. We are not forceful in demand, indeed, even our will is absorbed within this spacious understanding. In truth, we give nothing, it's simply what we are, an allowing space for all things to become fully what they are, we are capacity for life to be. So in this sense we give only of ourselves, receiving too our own mystery reflected by the view. Our gift is lived.

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Distance unfolds from our own openness - we are always the still-point from which life expands from.

Peace,

Eric

Meditation Of The View

The view is always love - unbiased in its receiving, edgeless, there is only the present moment unfolding in absence of opinion. All is welcomed. In truth, the view is our extension, or more so it's our own capacity to serve as space for the allowance of what appears in perfect order. There is no condition placed on what is and what may be - and only this is love. Even our demands, our wants, and desire of something other, fit and belong, and are loved for the message of their presence. Nothing is excluded. Our final truth is held in view, this unconditioned love returned in our direction, we are the capacity to serve our own allowance. It all appears right here - plainly in our view.

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We run, not to change the view, but to know ourselves in the guise of changing scenery.

Peace,

Eric



Mingled As The Stars

and than too, we are found within the light - mingled as the

stars and the very reach of

heaven

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Through darkness, our light does not diminish, we cast shadows in temporary exploration of what seems as foreign corners of the mind. Yet in our very approach the shadows to flee from the light of presence. There is no need to chase anything, there's no moment to avoid, or pretend an issue does not belong within our view. We are light. What belongs gives us cause to shine. It's our nature, it's who we are. Shine - and the path is clear.

Peace,

Eric



Becoming Of The World

From nothing - and now this, a world emerged in subtle lines of distinction. It's the immediacy of appearance, emptiness still the common backdrop, yet this sudden form contoured and given to the senses. Every moment it's all brand new. From nothing - and its mystery, unfolding to this present wonder, we are witness to the becoming of the world.

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The world is immediate to sight, steps, and breath. It's experienced now, beyond thought and hesitation. Simply look, run, breathe...it's all right here.

Peace,

Eric

The World Is Born

We are given nothing - and from this point the world is born. This is the mystery of existence, this aware emptiness giving rise to an endless array of itself in full distinction. It's the mystery of who we are. Clearly, we are form in temporary note, and yet further viewed we are able to find ourselves in the formlessness as well. To simply look in a returned gaze is striking in its absence of a viewer. With this one act we are home. This is the nothing that we've been given, the full potential of creation is this beginning, this spaciousness is where worlds are born.

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Distance - is nothing more than our expansion.

Peace,

Eric



And Further Still As Every Star

From here - our continuation is offered in the details of the view. It begins in noted absence, our self once believed held in captive form, yet now found uncontained, a spacious awareness unfolding as the center of it all. From here, there is no identity that does not as well include our continuation as the world, as each grain of sand, and further still as every star. From here - we find out who we really are.

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The great secret of distance is our own revelation.

Peace,

Eric

Not Even A Shift

Perhaps not even a shift - so subtle this awareness of our spaciousness and then this given form emerging on its own. To look for our origin is to arrive at nothing. Yet here we are, somehow come forth fully in distinction from the emptiness of it all. In a blink we can disappear again, carrying form to formlessness, motion to stillness, and our concept of self to the simplicity of Being. Not even a shift - we are all this at once, life in continuation of the mystery of its origin. Trace the view of what is now held, beyond the eyes, in our own headless space - we are found.

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Distance starts behind the view - there is no end in sight. Running puts us perfectly in the exact place of our arrival. There is nowhere else we could possible be. Enjoy the moment.

Peace,

Eric

World

It's world - one word for the singular expression of who we really are. There is no line dividing us as participants in a separate existence. Only world, life, in aspects of the whole. To even say that we are part of something larger implies an illusion of separation. There is presence, and only presence uniquely gifting of itself in forms of distinction. Just world - and the gift of who we are.

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Distance can't be found - we are in the midst of our identity as the world. There is nowhere else to go.

Peace,

Eric



Empty Of All But The Details Of The World

...and to find ourselves as the midst of the world, an allowing space for all things to be in the fullness of appearance. It's an awakening of self within the greater backdrop of Self, formlessness given distinction and then a shift again in remembrance of the whole. We find ourselves empty, and more we find ourselves as the very details of the world. In short - we remember who we are, paradox and all.

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In the midst of measured distance - we discover the immeasurable nature of who we are.

Peace,

Eric

A Headless Runner

once then, as even the runner is gone, and there's

nothing left to be, but the presence of

it all

there is only pure awareness.

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At some point - even the view disappears, as there's no one left to bear witness to the scene, lines are gone, and there's only the perfect unfolding of what is now. Nothing else but presence aware of itself, the view disappeared into one existence. We are witness to ourselves.

Peace,

Eric

Secret Of The View

empty of all save the view - and in

this regard we hold the

world.

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Our view conveys a profound truth of our existence - we serve as the capacity for all things to be, and by this extension the world is our continuation. It's wonderful to see, magical in the sense that all we witness instantly is our becoming. We hold the very wonder of distance in the immediacy of our view. Running simply serves as our expansion.

Peace,

Eric



A Wings Caress

This love - as if the sky itself welcomed flight in its expansion, and every bird offered a wings caress as a thank you in return. So too do we belong. We are open as full capacity for another's presence to evolve, for the world to exist in all its wonder, for the sky to give itself for the purpose of a birds flight. Our very spaciousness is love in its allowance. We are - so that the world can be.

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We are the space that allows distance to unfold. Every run is the beginning of the world.

Peace,

Eric



So Obvious A Truth

Ours - yet even this suggest a separation. There is presence, alone, undivided, in awareness to itself. Nothing but this existence. In this there comes a brief appearance, life arising in countless forms. So it seems that we are two - and even to share within this world would seem to keep us far apart. Still, there is always, and only, presence. We return to this, mindful, knowing words will never tell so obvious a truth - we are one.

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Every step remembers the obvious truth of one existence - ground, air, only seem as two in thoughts of separation. Motion is the revelation of one thing in continuous discovery of itself. And so we come to distance.

Peace,

Eric



Clearly

It's clear we are the Source - no divide given to the world, all things distinct, yet unfolding seamless in our view. It's clear that we are the still point of allowance - an unmoved witness to the motion of earth, and stars, as they appear in our existence. We are in fact, the center of creation, life, extending, expanding, as our presence. It's clear in the simplicity of really looking - to see this from a single eye that's shared by all. Follow the gaze beyond its point of origin, explore the spacious of nothing found. It's clear we've found the Source.

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Even running - we're always, directly, the center of the world.

Peace,

Eric



Our Arrival

It's all here, present, clear, immediate - before we even reach we are embraced by distance. Lines are drawn by the mind alone. Our arrival is always in the present step.

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Peace,

Eric

Pressed Against Our Every Step

Our presence - and the immediacy of

distance pressed against our

every step.

There is nowhere that we're not found.

~

Peace,

Eric

Touched Against The Stars

To be as large as the world - and further still to know ourselves as touched against the stars. Our truth is without borders, an endless empty capacity of allowance and imagination. Bear witness to our own spaciousness - draw attention to that which attends and find a single drawn line between the world and our self as this observer. Nothing will be found. There is no beginning to the world, to the sky, and stars and the infinite beyond - there is only the continuation of who we truly are.

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It's a wonder of continuous discovery - running, walking, discovering ourselves as the world and all its marvels. Be empty of the runner - and allow the view to show us who we are.

Peace,

Eric



In The Midst Of Buddha's Smile

the Buddha's smile - from the absolute to lips, and

further still to touch the stars.

Our joy is found here - exactly where

we are.

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With each step - we are amidst in all of distance. There is nowhere else to be. Right here - step, breathe, smile. That's all we need to do.

Peace,

Eric

The Entirety Of An Ocean

All things in their appearance - lasting for the length of which they're given, and then again recognized as one existence. In this life, we too are an appearance, brief in comparison to earth and sky, yet sharing with them as well an eventual passing. All appearances must end. There is more though, there is that to which is witness to all that comes and goes, there is the everlasting that is aware of all that passes. There is the truth of who we are. We are lost in the scenery of this world, giving up a larger reality for the beauty of emersion. It's the fullness of our experience, wholly becoming the details of a life. It's the intimate nature of awareness, an embrace to depth of forgetfulness without ever letting go. And this is how it is - until we remember. We wake in truth, not to abandon the treasure of appearance, but to be a fair participant to an awakened life. Now, we are unmoored from a single fixed position surrounded by the existence of the ocean, to the realization that we are depth and wave, the entirety of an ocean. One existence.

Appearances and all.

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Every run is a set distance only in the mind - each step contains the entire journey.

Peace,

Eric

Seamless In Its Way

At the point of my departure - the world

appears as my becoming.

And the view again is seamless in

its way.

~

Our view is more than what is seen - it is surely all of which we are and a continuous mystery of what we'll be. A true meditation is not of the mind but in the simplicity of allowing things to be exactly as they are within our view. This truth is shown only in the seamlessness of existence - what appears is by extension an aspect of self becoming in apparent mystery, grace, and wonder. We are free to explore, ignore, or simply marvel at the largeness of who really are.

Peace,

Eric



We Are Soul

My soul is the world - and now all things

are held in this

awareness

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We are not removed from world, nor farther still from infinite reach - our soul is not a single entity surviving on its own. No, there is only soul and the giving of appearance to its formless self. And so it seems there is only one encounter - there is the soul of the world, in witness to itself. That's our story. In this awareness - we tread on holy ground.

Peace,

Etic

Pointing To The Temporary

It works like this - nothing is let go of, we ourselves are the surrendered, and what's left serves as the capacity to hold the world. Our truth is found by pointing to the temporary, and again embrace the remaining space now left behind. There's nothing else to do. It's all taken care of. Simply watch what comes and goes.

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Running works like this as well - distance remains, always, and still there is an awareness of all that passes through. The reality of a runner is stillness. All else are temporary things.

Peace,

Eric



Carried Now By Grace Alone

In the end - our will is done, finished with pursuit, and

carried now by grace

alone

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The truth is - it is always, only grace, and the illusion is our self will to carry us to limits. Our strength is less when confined to mind and form. These are temporary things appearing in an endless stretch of infinite creation. We are the stuff of possibilities and this truth is much larger than imagined - indeed it belongs to grand imagination that holds the world in orbit, and the stars in heaven. What this truth is called is nameless, yet we know its gift as grace delivered.

Peace,

Eric

It's Own Completion

reaching for distance - we miss the

immediacy of its

arrival

each step - its own completion.

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Yearning to arrive is part of the journey - yet the realization that there is no place to go, indeed, that each step is its own arrival and fits to the pattern laid in grace and perfection, this is the realization that there is no journey. We are always home.

Peace,

Eric



I guess We Have To Call It Something

We could certainly call it God - this presence, aware, and all allowing. It is definitely love in its most true sense. Nothing is imposed, there is no infliction of a sense of wrong, yet everything is held to a standard of giving - as each breath demonstrates in the life received and then released to be as air again in expansion. We could call this life. There is more though, as life believed to be an individual endeavor in pursuit of something more - what's talked about here is entirely of a different sort, it's Life, not lived but expressed in continuation of a whole, one thing and the many aspects of its self given as mystery to the world. In this sense, we could call it our own name, I Am, our true self before and still and forevermore. It's who we are. Always. The name itself is unimportant.

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It's running, and it's not, perhaps a prayer in motion. It's simply what we do. And it's enough.

Peace,

Eric



Expressed In Endless Possibilities

Just this love - expressed in the

endless possibilities of

our existence.

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And so as one, we explore ourselves in the guise of duality, our steps pretend to meet the earth once more, and the breath again becomes free in its expansion. This is love, the simplicity of being, with no agenda save acceptance.

Peace,

Eric

Nothing Real To Learn

The lesson is this - every sound concludes in silence, each thought embraced by aware emptiness found between, and even our bodies continue in an infinite reach beyond their form. Nothing is as it seems. Yet everything is perfect as it is. The lesson is learned by simply letting go. In truth - there's nothing real to learn.

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And that's how we come to distance. Run free, run with ease.

Peace,

Eric