Bear Witness

And then awake - the Buddha asked the earth to bear witness to his truth. The ground replied in absorption to his touch. In this moment they were one. Through distance we seek our own awakening.

Every step is full of this potential.

And the earth will bear witness to our truth.

Peace,

Eric 

Listening With The River

To sit and listen with the
river...
As a breeze whispers secrets
through the grass.
And birds sing nothing to the air but
the carried flight of their
expansion.
The river moves in stillness.
While I sit in the quiet motion of
my thoughts -

Listening with the river.

~

And true of distance as well - motion carried to a depth of stillness. Here - we listen to our bodies. The breath merging to a touch of air. Our steps received by the earth in soft welcome. We listen to distance itself as it parts for our allowance. Subtle sounds. Heard only in a quiet mind.

Peace,

Eric

Demise And Becoming

Empty of self - and distance spreads as

our existence.

~

We are of two identities - the small self of ego and possessions and the selfless Self of our true spacious existence. Running prepares us for the shift to our larger nature. Through distance we grow lighter in our sense of being - shedding the weight of need and expectations. Distance is both our demise and our becoming. It's the truth of who we are.


Peace,
Eric

Through Distance

a continuous letting go - until nothing

left but the sacred space we

used to be

~

Distance is our return to original holiness - we are stripped past bone and thought to the very source of our becoming. Distance demands a continuous letting go - a lessening of all but essential nature of the self. Life is the weight of expectations. Our world grows heavy. Few go far beyond the limits we inherit. There is a sirens call from edge of who we think we are. You see distance is not the unfamiliar - and that's what scares us. We are afraid to reawaken to our own mystery and experience again our infinite nature. We have been tamed by false beliefs and reliance on the senses. The far worlds that call are no more then aspects of self we thought we left behind. We almost got lost. Yet we heard that faint call from the edge. We seemed to remember a weightless sense of self that held no boundaries. We followed the sirens call. We ran - and found ourselves through distance.

Peace,

Eric

Auspiciousness

It's auspicious - the earth to receive our steps and sky giving of its air. There is no better time to travel. We've been offered the perfection of this moment. To run is our acceptance and more it's the completion of drawn forces brought together for the occurrence of this possibility. It's our time to run.

Peace,

Eric



Celebrated

Steps falling - and the earth

delights in their

reception.

~

We are celebrated. Indeed the earth delights in the mindfulness of our contact and spreads itself in distance. We are meant to travel - to offer ourselves as a return caress in a run of steps and breath. To run is to give thanks. It's the deepest of prayers - the joy of motion displayed in grateful form.

Peace,

Eric

Deeper Surrender

A deeper surrender - and every

step becomes the

earth.

~

The world is an active participant in our running - both air and terrain a giving force for us to know. We are welcomed in their depth of mystery. We are told that we belong. And we are asked to surrender ourselves in the faith of becoming something more. For all we give of effort and will- we are lessened too of their burden. In the midst of trying - we become.

Peace,

Eric