The Mystery Of Itself

We are open - not just to receive the world, but to be the very ground of its existence. We are built to give. Beginning with spaciousness, empty of all save its lone desire to experience the mystery of itself. We are this beginning and the spark of self-creation - the world born from here and then given distinctions within our own expansion. Our openness allowing a self-fulfillment of the mystery's met desire. 

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We give ourselves the world and distance - running in deep appreciation. 

Peace,

Eric

Returned To The Spaciousness Of Being

A meditation on the simplicity of Being: Breathe, and note how little our participation is needed. Now allow each thought its moment to belong, here, and again passing into stillness abiding always on its own. Finally, let's simply see, together, observing first all things embraced within and by the view, and then with gaze directed back to point of origin - rest here, we have returned to the spaciousness of Being. 

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It's simple, it's all presence, our own beingness, we're not removed from this ever - even distance is our own expansion. We're always home. 

Peace,

Eric

Solely For The Pleasure Of Our Own Expansion

Beyond appearance - there is

no reach, 

All things are touched as 

one existence. 

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The illusion is that a step is separate from the stride and that the we are somehow removed from distance. Our reach does not gain from a touch, its pleasure is solely in its own expansion, and then the recognition of itself as one devotion. So it is with motion, all travel remains moored to the reality of stillness, there is nowhere to go, and yet a world to see. It's a paradox of duality. A path we travel solely for the pleasure of our own expansion. 

Peace,

Eric

A Clear Trade Of Grace And Beauty

It's a simple practice - I am the space for your belonging. As you are for me. All we have to do is look in the right direction to see that this is so. My direct sight takes me to you, yet returned towards its own source - no hint of eyes or face will meet my gaze. It's a headless space. But here is where I find you. Found at the near end of my view, clear, spacious, the very stuff of light and presence, you meet me, and more, we become together, my space for you, a clear trade of grace and beauty. In this way too we meet the world. There is one view, one source - we all belong. 

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Run - and know you are the source. There's another way to see the world. 

Peace,

Eric

We Are Here To Serve The World

A quick meditation on the point of being - Note there is no line drawn between objects and our gaze. There is one view. And now trace the line of sight returning to its source. There is no viewer to be found, only seeing, our own eyes are sightless to themselves. Yet all that is seen is still existing. Here it is - emptiness gives way to know itself as form. We are here to serve the world.

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Running brings us to expansion - we run to serve the world in motion. 

Peace,

Eric

Are We Clear?

It's clear, or perhaps better stated - we are clear. Our transparency provides the capacity for form to be, it's the allowance for the body of the world. Simply look towards the origin of the gaze - there belongs two discoveries: we are absent from believed seer, and yet everything is seen. We are faceless in all but another's appearance, my clarity provides for you, just as yours for me. In truth, it is a shared encounter of our own great existence. We are clear, together, and all things unfold within this clarity. It's beautiful to see that we exist solely for the sake of each other. It's the gift we give the world.

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Distance is our true beginning - there is no end.

Peace,

Eric

Dialogue Of Self As World

It's a dialogue of self as world - presence given word against its own template of silence. We are complete in listening, sounds appearing with no meaning save our welcome and then a letting go. This is meditation, deep listening, a whispered returned to silence, motion again to stillness. It's never not present.

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Don't forget to listen - each step, breath, and heartbeat has it's own story, every pause between thoughts is a meditation of its own. Trees whisper, rivers laugh, and winds sigh. Listen, and that's all we need to do.

Peace,

Eric

Is No Moment At All

Every moment, is no moment at all  - but the timelessness of existence slowed to meet our expectations. It's all a mass of energy, happening at once, and only defined by thoughts we share as reality. The art of manifestation is simply the allowance of form to gather from the formless without our interference. Things appear to their own regard and reason, we are the capacity that holds their stay, as well as passing, we are the substance of their formation, as well as the spacious ground for things to be. We are, and all things are - presence.

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Running is simply presence - aware as motion.

Peace,

Eric

Our Absence Found As God

Now - our absence found as God, and

just as holy still comes our

arrival

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The Buddha tells us that form is emptiness/emptiness form and our own view is proven in the faith that this is so - traced in line directly to the source, our sight reveals only the absence of an object to perceive. There is no perceiver. And yet - this absence leaves a spacious capacity begging to be filled with the wonders of the world. So we comply, our emptiness being the template for all things to become as an aspect from and of the source. This is heaven in an outpouring of affection for itself. It's presence. It's who we are in both absence and becoming.

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With distance as emptiness - and each step a small, brief miracle of becoming.

Peace,

Eric

Blooming Now

yet behold the single flower - touched as root, earth, rain, and

farther still the sun itself, blooming now in its

enlightenment

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To see - is to be opened sided, the view given from the nurturing stillness of our being and allowed to flourish without opposition from thoughts that tell us otherwise. In truth, even thoughts held in contrary opinion have their place in our belonging. Seeing is one world without division - emptiness not apart from what appear within it. Who we are, is just the natural order of things, emptiness, and then at once our full appearance. In short - we are everything, and nothing at all. Running allows me to me to see myself as distance, and in seeing, I find myself reflected back by the world that's now in motion.

Peace,



From This Space

from this space the word becomes - and

our view serves as its

expansion.

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It's seeing - not simply looking at the world as filled with objects, but the deep seeing that allows first emptiness its role to play as all beginnings, and then to know ourselves as each item in this receiving. First we see our absence and only then do we find ourselves in the details of the world. This brings magic to every run. We embrace distance as a space matched along our own and every step provides another view to hold. We run, we see.

Peace,

Eric

We Are Shared

We are shared - by right of being in our view the world unfolds as our existence. Our presence is offered as the spacious capacity for things to be and in return we accept the view as all our wonder. We are finite in form of trees, and stones, and even stars, yet infinite as the distance which holds them all. To find you in my view becomes my own existence reflected back in beauty. We have shared a bit in mystery, how this emptiness gives way to itself in order to receive it's own distinctions. We are shared - by right of being emptiness, and all that fits within its view.

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Running covers every aspect of the self.

Peace,

Eric

It's Never Two Things At All

It's never two things - a tree is not separate from the earth that nourishes, nor apart from sky that opens in reception. There is one existence appearing as a welcome to itself, tree, earth, sky in playful distinction, yet always continued on as one. And in seeing, we come to this same conclusion of our own greater worth - we are not separate from all that we behold. It's never two things at all.

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A runner is not apart from distance - but witness to their own expansion.

Peace,

Eric

A Cosmic Event In Constant Happening

Aren't we the universe too? Traced back to source, the view begins as nothing but a promise to become, in outward glance we find fulfillment in the details of this becoming. We are a cosmic event in constant happening.

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It's a shift of perception - our view starts somewhere and when we look in that direction we find that it's actually nowhere at all. Or more precisely it's everywhere at once. So start here, the empty beginning of what will become, and allow ourselves to wander in the mystery of appearances.

Peace,

Eric

No Rain, No Wind, But Something

There is no rain against us, nor wind that finds we offer a resistance - we are inseparable from their occurrence. By virtue of the view alone, we are known as scenery, intimate to the point of no departure. There are no lines drawn in singular existence. So we are participants in this - another drop offered in the rain, a resting moment of the wind. We are - and all is included.

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Running is just more of this - more of our own nature allowed to become in all that we witness.

Peace,

Eric



And Again In The Symphony Of It All

And what than of us? We are no less an extension of this great vibration, given a moment to be known in solo voice against its hum. As energy gathered in single construct, we are borrowed form and soon to return to formless nature. We are a moment in an endless song, a needed note for now and again in the symphony of it all.

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Sing, run, dance, we are at play in motion and form. Enjoy.

Peace,

Eric

The Way Is Clear (And Never Ask A Taoist For Directions)

Nowhere but this present step - has the world gathered beneath to meet it. At no point are we separate from air that greets us as the breath. There is only this one thing - fully in cooperation with itself. Even thoughts in contrary opinion are perfect in appearance. The way is clear for us to proceed on our journey - relax, breathe, and take the step.

Peace,

Eric



Of Roots And Flowers

Perhaps the infinite, is as the fertile ground of

every garden - and we have

flowered in existence.

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Our roots are deep - into and as the very fabric of existence. We are the universe and further still we are the capacity that allows the universe to be. And yet right here, now and however briefly, we appear in form to know ourselves as this endless wonder. It's a gift we have given to ourselves.

Peace,

Eric

One Existence

In the reach of all things - we meet

as the touch of one

existence.

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The appearance of distance between objects is no less than the source of their connection. Everything is joined in spacious reality, more so, all things are simply a momentary occurrence in this reality, form gathered for reasons of its own mystery. We attempt to measure distance to no avail, traveling, running, motion, acquire nothing of substance. Our true value is immeasurable, belonging not to the material but formlessness that allows all things to be. The gift of distance - is that we are travelers within our own existence.

Peace,

Eric

Apart From Us

Nothing is viewed as apart from us, lines are drawn by thoughts alone. We see the world in original, seamless wonder, a continuous unfolding of a source that only seems to hold our beginning. As origin of the view we are timeless, beyond concepts of beginning and end, we are previous to the seen, existing alone as all of existence. As this, the world is who we are - and nothing is found apart from us.

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Running is really the exploration and revelation of who we are in the mystery of our unfolding. Every scene is an aspect of ourselves held in view, each step we are revealed in form of ground and stone. It's all who we are -  and running is but the means to find ourselves through distance.

Peace,

Eric

Nothing Is Apart From Us

As if apart from us, or acquired by effort - in truth, distance spreads as our existence. Every thought or measuring post occurs within our borders. In our endlessness, all is included, and belongs by right of its passage. Nothing is apart from us. No effort is needed to belong.

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Running is the simplicity of being - while appearing in motion.


Peace,
Eric



To Look - And Find A Headless Runner

To look - and find ourselves absent from the origin of the view, and then at once to know ourselves in the details of what is seen. It only takes a glance. Yet first we need to turn the gaze around. There is no viewer, but the view itself tells all we need to know.

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It's not cryptic - we really are absent from our return view. It only takes a single glance in the right direction. There's magic in this looking. Who we are is found in both directions. In truth we find a directionless reality of all things held as one existence. Right here. To look, and then to run, we find ourselves headless as a runner, and alive within the view.

Try it.

Peace,

Eric

We Too Belong As This

Rain isn't separate from the sky that allows for it to fall. We too belong within this perfect order, an extension of one thing expressed in individual fashion. Our lives are an expression of awareness, played through itself and viewed as duality, as if a raindrop believed, if only for a moment, that it was apart from both storm and sky. Yet we can see our place in this belonging, our truth is evident by the absent of lines that greet our vision. Our view is seamless. We belong as rain, and sky, and our own life within it all.

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A step belongs to both earth and sky - at once given to the air and received by the ground that spreads itself as distance. Running is the perfect order of all things. It fits. Never doubt that we belong.

Peace,

Eric

None Of This Has To Be

None of this has to be, life happens in its own accord, and mystery allows for the grace of our appearance. The miracles of it all is beyond understanding, recognizing our own emptiness as the capacity that holds the world, that we alone are the divine spark given to form to rise from our formless nature, that we are the play of one thing acting in dualistic pleasure simply to know ourselves briefly as another. It's astounding. None of this has to be - and yet it is. For which I'm grateful.

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Why we run is part of the mystery. Sometimes grace occurs. Run grateful.

Peace,

Eric

Perspective

Farther still, we appear as stars - our light reaching from worlds away. Our truth is seen through the lens of distance, perspective given within a view. Who we are is always shifting in appearance, our own spaciousness allowing us a temporary becoming, if for only the moment passing through awareness. It's as this empty capacity that our view begins, our own stillness extending as a reach, we are filled by all that's seen.

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Distance is never really measured, our view continues even as we reach a finishing point. This is the endlessness of our extension.

Peace,

Eric

It's All From Here

It's all from here - the emergence of the world and each distinction, our own play of life, and the appearance of those who we encounter. We are the clear space of belonging, nothing is absent, what unfolds is its own perfection and in the timing of it own accord. This is the source. It's where we begin as a story and remain always as reality. Trace the view to point of origin, look for any solid form to hold all that we envision. There is nothing but the world, only the current view where a viewer could be found. It's all from here - we are the source.

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With distance always unfolding in perfect measure from our view - each step is full in its completion.

Peace,

Eric 

And Here Is Love

...and here is love - this embrace of stillness to motion, silence giving way to sound, and our own spaciousness parting for the world. Here is presence, unbiased by want or demands, accepting even our desire for appearances to be other than what the moment holds. Here is intimacy, one thing forgetting of itself to know the nature of a touch, duality expressed for this alone. Here - is the truth of who we are, love, presence, intimate with all of life.

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That's the magic of distance, it's always here, never receding to the advance of steps but always offering itself in spacious receiving. It's a magic we offer to ourselves, running, remaining within it's embrace no matter how far we travel. We are always here - home.

Peace,

Eric

It's Enough To Simply See

For joy - and even this a mystery. Without denying that we suffer, or that darkness descends on the brightest of days, it still counts to be alive and know it's held in greater wonder. Things happen, events occur, and it all plays out within a divine template of allowance. Our compassion is the welcome of reality. Seeing truth does not remove us from the deeply felt experience of illusion, yet it gives us the wisdom of a seer. It's here that joy is found, this seeing of events held within awareness, our capacity to serve as holy ground for their occurrence, it's here, we see the mystery of it all and seek no further explanation. It's enough to simply see.

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Running is just another way of seeing - a broader scene of events occurring within the single eye of a seer. Take a moment and turn the view to the stillness that occurs at the point of origin of our gaze, here, motion, distance, scenery caress a watchful radiance that remains unmoved throughout it all. It all unfolds from here, the world, a runners sense of measured ground and time. But the seer stays as stillness, always. Run from here.

Peace,

Eric

Running As Empty (And Our Capacity To Serve The World)

It's about seeing who we really are - one view without a line drawn between us, presence undivided by thought or form. We look first from our own emptiness, where sight fails to find itself, and the view is found in place of viewer. This is our capacity to serve the world with a place to belong, each object is perfection, every face is our own. It's an offering of love. It's who we are as seen from here - simply look.

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At it's deepest level, running is seamless. No step is dived from the stride and in contact we belong to both earth and sky. We carry this truth on every run.

Peace,

Eric



One Thing Surrendering To Itself

There is no choice to our surrender - on the edge of will and determination, there is awareness, infinite in its welcome, patient, stillness by its very nature. Nothing is surrendered to this - nothing exist outside of this. That's our revelation, that we are this presence, and even the lines we've drawn in thought and form are held in one embrace. It's really more remembering - we are aware, and all things have their moment and pass again into existence. One thing surrendering to itself. To this truth - there is no edge, and even the greatest will gives itself away.

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Effort is required, there is often a struggle - and then there is a letting go. But the truth is that there is nothing to let go of and no one present to surrender. There's only presence recognizing the appearance of our concerns. This is love, Without conditions. It's who we are. Effort and struggle are products of a life well lived, they belong in thought and form, but not in permanent fixture of awareness. Remembering this is truth of surrender. Nothing more is required. It's the same with distance - a step is taken, effort, in time we tire, struggle - and distance stays present in its acceptance. We are loved through it all, welcomed, and always offered more.

Peace,

Eric

Secrets Told As Boundaries

...and even boundaries feel the press of endlessness against them, whispering secrets only emptiness knows for certain. And yet we listen - finding ourselves full of understanding. We are less than what we seem, and somehow too, more. It's not that we are contained by boundaries, no, the secret whispered is that we're endlessness itself touched against temporary illusions of the flesh. The secret is the touch, it's the whisper of its own voice revealed against its ears. It's contact made by one thing only, boundaries for the sake of form and the formless kiss of it's own existence.

It's the secret of who we are.

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As we run - we touch the world.

Peace,

Eric