Through Distance

We seek - yet not to know how far we can run. But to see how much further we exist. Our steps meet themselves through distance.

Peace,

Eric

Not Here

We're not here. Boundless in existence - we are too vast to be contained. Running is the infinite channeled to a moments touch against the earth. We're not here. Yet in single steps we find the world.

Peace,

Eric



We Exist Beyond

We exist beyond - our steps and thoughts no more than brief anchors to earth and form. Running is two worlds at once. Only one is eternal. That's are destination - more so it is our realization. In truth we are never absent from the reality of home. The farther we run the closer we get to the bliss of this existence. Running - through sheer repetition of breath and steps - takes us again to who we are beyond the veil of life's illusions.

Peace,

Eric 

Something Remains

It's the foot to earth - the placing of a single step and the holiness found in its connection to the ground. This one moment. Nothing else is our concern and nothing exists beyond the sanctity of this touch. Everything else within the measured distance of a run is temporal in its reality. Even our steps will fade and one day too the earth as well - yet our touch, our touch remains eternal.

Peace,

Eric

Things That Shift

Reality shifts with every step. Our world is the belief held deepest at the moment. The gift of running is the insight found in the insular world of distance. We are confined to the extended realm of body - steps making miles that hold us briefly captive in thoughts of joy or pain depending on what the moment offers. Yet soon we find beneath shifting realities is an ever present witness to change. That's the insight. Something remains in calm awareness through miles and shifts of thought. That's our primordial mind that resides independent of constant flux. This is the center of response. It's our true reality. The more we again identify with this truth the less reactive to circumstances we will be. Running becomes a choice filled response to all that passes. And every choice will come with peace.

Peace,

Eric

Belonging

Before distinctions made - we exist only within gratitude. As the breath belongs in a singular state where the gift and giving are one - we too are of this same belonging. No thought is needed for the natural breath. And so running precedes distinctions. It's an expression of gratitude and is returned as a prayer across the earth and joy drawn and given as the breath.

This is our belonging.

Peace,

Eric

The Way Things Are

It's the way things are - simple, elegant and a

grace lent to those who

follow.

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Of course we forge our own way - we make our own world in accord to the force of thought and will. It only gets us so far. There is a subtle ease to reality - no bird in comfort and wellness struggles with flight. Flying is the natural expression of a bird and is as prayerful as any word spoken in mass. A bird is not confused by its nature because there is no whispered doubt within its mind. Flight is the shared synchronicity of wind and command. And then the bird surrenders to the air.

We know motion - running is an extension of our being. Flight given to the ground. Trust that there too is a greater synchronicity between steps and earth and breath and air. Our command to self is run. There is nothing more to do - but surrender to the way.

Peace,

Eric