True Acceptance

By virtue of our witness - it's all allowed. Yet so too is our desire for something other, and to seek change through thought and action. And this is the paradox we know as world. It's all perfect in each aspect of appearance, beautiful in both symmetry and contradiction, and above all - loved, for that's the nature of true acceptance.

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Running truly is a act of love - our stride demonstrating the acceptance of each step, welcomed by the earth, and our breath both given and received. And all this takes place within a never diminished distance, even as a runner seeks to gather miles, there is no limit to its giving reach.

Peace,

Eric 

In Hidden Guise

Our gift is this acceptance - self unopposed in recognition of its own mystery. We are intimate with the appearance of all things, beholder, as well as that which has arisen in thought and view. Nothing occurs apart from us, indeed, our acceptance is truly our own embrace of each occurrence as an aspect of self in hidden guise.

In light of this - our real gift is always

intimacy.

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One thing - appearing as path and runner.

peace,

Eric



Through The Grace Of Presence

And yet each thing, every thought, and object belongs through the grace of presence - it's all welcomed, and more, nothing is held past the time of its departure. We are this presence, and the grace spoken of is offered to the world.

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Perhaps most importantly, running is of letting go - each step given and then allowed to be what it is within the moment. Nothing more is asked of it, and it's enough for stride and distance to be known.

Peace,

Eric

Aware Of It All

It's enough to be aware - to know ourselves as that which welcomes all things in their appearance, to be witness to our own manifestation in the details of a life. We are at once an embrace and the object of its adoration, we are an inquiry to our own mystery, and more, we are simply presence - aware of it all.

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Running passes through our own understanding - and so we come to find ourselves as distance.

Peace,

Eric

A Moment Of Perfect Expression

Known as presence - and all else simply experienced within a temporary framework called time. Life itself is continuous in varied form and each aspect a singular point of its expression. We are this presence, a constant backdrop that allows personality, a self identified with thought and body, a life lived with loss, sorrow, joy, and gain. It's a mystery why these things appear, why we seem to come to a separate existence. Perhaps for no reason save for the eternal to know itself as temporary form, or simply for the wonder of its own mystery. Regardless, it's all done in a great love of giving each thing its own place in time, a moment of perfect expression be it as brokenness or whole. We are this presence, this love that allows it all. It's our mystery.

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Running - we accept it all. Even as we seek to change things.

Peace,

Eric

That Allows For My Becoming

I am - and this a nameless presence that

allows for my becoming.

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There is a person here, evident, and meant fully of the world. Yet too, this self is not solely of its own, only brief in its appearance, and always still it's truth is that of One. Just as we see each self according to a life but always known as pure existence - our seeing allows us as more than who we once thought we were. As existence that is appearing in a name and form, our reality is not that exclusive. We too are what is viewed, and touched, and even breathed. Nothing can be foreign to us. Our travel is one of steps becoming earth, breath drawn and released as sky, and scenery known as seer. Even this is a play of one thing given to the mystery of division. So this person, this runner, traveler, is really no more than all that is.

Knowing this - I am.

Peace,

Eric

The View Of Our Becoming

Only the view - and in a true sense we are replaced by what is gazed upon and are constant in our becoming. From here, this point we hold as self, there are two discoveries - our absence, and the truth of who we are. In looking, returning to the origin of our view, we are nowhere to be found - certainly there are thoughts, and the concept we know as self, yet in pure seeing, we are absent from our view. We have made the first discovery. Following our gaze, knowing full well our presence is now unfolding not from the static point we knew before, but as the view itself and the scenery that is held. Our second discovery - in our absence, we are everything.

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Enjoy each run - and the view of your becoming.

Peace,

Eric



Our One Command

Without command - we are breathed, lived, and proved vital to the function of the world. There is no order given for our blood to flow and heart to beat. It all happens on its own accord. So too of all existence - this simply miraculous, divinely organized, state of oneness. Nothing is asked of us except to be. We are no greater than the tiniest cell belonging to the all of creation, and no less than the vastness of creation itself. Our truth is not told by the whim of thought nor swing of emotion - but by the totality of all of existence. We are life, not part but all of creation, our one command is to simply Be.

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Distance is not gained nor accumulated - only navigated as an exploration of the self.

Peace,

Eric

All Of Distance

Not measured from - but without a point of reference in singular existence, we find ourselves as all of distance, immeasurable, and fully present to the wonder of the world.

There is nowhere beyond our

presence.

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Peace,

Eric



It All Belongs

Whatever comes - now, is held in pure awareness. Our truth is borderless, and there is a natural welcoming to all that may be, or come to pass within our view. Only the mind is opposed to this order, a denial, grasping, or pushed away from what the moment offers. Yet even this is accepted grace to the reality of our presence. This is the effortless gift of awareness - our own perfection, seen in light of loss and gain, brokenness and whole, and the temporal nature of the world - it all belongs.

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This is running - the welcoming of all things within the temporary frame we give to motion. Even our attempt to change, fix, or otherwise ignore particular issues belongs to overall awareness. This is who we are, this aware presence. We are larger than any distance covered. And everything belongs.

Peace,

Eric



To Belong

Of earth, and sky, and wind, and rain - we are motion swept against the mystery of ourselves. To watch a bird in flight is to see a seamless expression of how one thing opens to yet another aspect of itself - a bird is not against or even within the sky, but simply flight. We ourselves are not travelers across a foreign ground, no, the earth is seen as our own welcoming, a call for which response is now fitting - perhaps swiftly as a runners gait, or steady in a walker's slow caress, even stillness may be what the moment offers to be best. We know this all as our own spontaneous becoming - it happens not because of will or effort, again a bird does not force the sky for invitation, it's always there, open, and aspect of existence in joyful welcome. Our role in the world is what every bird knows for certain -  to belong.

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Peace,

Eric

All We Meet Is Light

Always, only light - and a world thought in colors of the mind. Even form is light, slowed to know the nature of a touch.  Things appear solid, and our belief holds the world in place - yet in truth, all we meet is light.

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We ourselves are gathered light brought to form, of no substance yet bright in our existence. There is nothing we meet that is not ourselves in various shades of reflection. In certain moments of a run we know this certain and so - we shine in effortless motion, extending always as one.

Peace,

Eric

After Sorrow

And I grieve not in loss, but for my perception so limited in what is allowed of you. Every thought recalls only memories, stories told, and impression made. The larger part of you still rest against me, now unseen, and beyond the senses. My grief is only for my smaller self that still reside in belief of separation. Our reality is not of loss but of one always joined together. After sorrow - I hold this truth alone.

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To tie this to running - distance is never broken to smaller parts, but always stretched as our own dimension. There is no place that we're not found.

Peace,

Eric

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To Margherita, poet, friend, and better aspect of my own self. I love you. 

With Every Sense

So it is with every sense - we hear within a soundless moment, our touch given against a field of pure awareness, we taste from a void of all sensation, and we see the world unfold from our own spacious allowance. Our truth is the emptiness that lets all things be as they are and more to be witness to their passing. We are the template that brings forth the world, and we are each aspect in its appearance. From the source - there is only one existence.

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Each run allows us the opportunity to see ourselves as the empty capacity for the fullness of the world. It's amazing to be alive.

Peace,

Eric 



Each Of Us An Eden Of Our Own

In our absence - the world is found. In our appearance - We are found to be the world. There is no real division, our initial glance tells of our continuation as aspects of the view, there is magic in the becoming of all that's stretched as our existence. To believe only what is seen, we are the origin of the world, each of us an Eden of our own, no lines to tell us of a deeper separation. We are witness to our own truth. It's easy to see.

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Running - and we see ourselves as world in motion.

Peace,

Eric

No Contact

There's no point of contact - only existence touched upon itself in the mystery of its pleasure. As a bird knows it continues as the sky, flight is simply an expansion of its nature - we too are not lost in false borders. There is always room to fly.

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At nowhere are we not touched against eternity - we are earth/sky in the form of runner.

Peace,

Eric

At Each End Of Our Gaze

In the immediacy of this - we meet

ourselves at each end of

our gaze.

From the spaciousness that holds the vision - to the far end of the view, and all that appears between the seeming two - there is only one existence.

Peace,

Eric

All

Surrounding - as the very fabric of existence caressed

against all things in our

awareness.

Nothing is excluded.

And all is loved.

Peace.

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This - this step, this mile, this run, and even all of distance contained within us. We are the embrace of all things, aware, allowing. Running is often the dawn of this realization, as the scenery rolls on but the runner remains the still, quiet witness to its passage. We get it.

Peace,

Eric

Further Light

This body - now seen as further

light and every star is

my existence.

We are nothing more than everything - touched upon its own continuation.

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At once - we are distance, motion, and the desire to know ourselves beyond imagined borders. As light, we create the shadows of our play and again the illumination of their ceasing. Our body is one thing layered as world and then galaxies in infinite reach. We are each this - and more, we are aspects of each other seen in bright reflection. In truth, we are nothing but the allowance for all this to be. Everything.

Peace,

Eric

Things Happen

Thing happen - and yet we ourselves are free of their occurrence. Karmic ties belong only to the mind. Right here, there is openness, the breath passes on its own accord, thoughts appear and just as soon return to motion. Stillness remains. Silence. Our true nature is unmoved through it all. The Buddha told of clear skies and clouds of thought and emotions - and so it is. We are recognized as our own spaciousness, room for each other, capacity to allow each cloud its room for passage. Remember your clear sky nature.

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With every run - we open for the whole of distance.

Peace,

Eric

Between Wing And Sky

and not against, yet always within this

one existence - there is no

line between wing

and sky

just the perfect flight of a birds expression

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Of no doubt we run as grounded flight - touched both as earth and sky.

Peace,

Eric



Then Too, The Breath Is Gone

and then too, the breath is gone - and stillness

reigns supreme.

all else is just a passing moment.

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Breath, motion, earth, and sky - all occur within stillness, the underlying fabric that cradles all existence. Stillness is the great allowance for things to be, to move, and shift in their expansion. At our very core we are still, a silent backdrop, and motion occurs within us. Even while it seems we're running.

Peace,

Eric



You

You - the giving space that

holds my

view

And each horizon after.

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We are this capacity for one another, an allowing space for each to be in the fullness of their own expansion. My view is endless because of what is given from your own endlessness. It's our gift to each other. The open stretch of my every run is from this depth. Thank you all.

Peace,

Eric



Now Shared Between Us

In our disappearance - there is only

this receiving.

And the single view now shared between us.

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So it is as distance is received and the runner becomes less than what was once strived for - soon, there is only motion and the infinite space of our own expansion.

Peace,

Eric

No Less Expressed

   As my body - and continued on to reach past stars, there is nothing that contains me, and nothing yet that is not of me. These are not layers but an aspect of self in their own fullness, too, I am no less expressed in this equation as a part of something more.

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We are witness to ourselves - through motion, distance, and all that unfolds.

Peace,

Eric

Air

first it's the air - noticed, then felt in soft distinctions, there is nowhere not against me, and further on not even this is so. Just the air, and the awareness of the space that is it given. There is only this existence.

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Distance - is our own expansion.

Peace,

Eric

Becoming (What We Are)

Becoming - in a play of thought, and form, and constant change within the mystery, there is our own unfolding in the view we hold as world. Our grace is in allowing, there is nothing that occurs that is not of our own becoming. We are this indeed.

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Distance is our own spacious re-discovery. And so we're called to run a little farther.

Peace,

Eric



No Less In Me

a dance of leaves within the wind - occurs no

less in me than the sky of

their allowance.

there is only this existence.

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In the midst of distance - we run.

Peace,

Eric