and in true devotion - I give way to myself, parted by the grace you hold in space and view, with only beauty to be known now. It's holiness that is offered. We trade ourselves in an exchange of borrowed form, first emptiness for the will to become, and then all the follows in a solid world. Nothing could be holier than this, a gift given truly for the sake of allowing another to simply be. Our own absence is the promised land.
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Running is a devotional art, or in yogic terms - Bhakti. Nothing is really asked from distance but to expand, no step seeks anything other than the ground presently given, and every breath is a sacred exchange of life and air. This practice only takes recognition. Run. It's a holy act of devotion.
Peace,
Eric
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