For Motion

All distance contained within a step. The infinite drawn

with every breath.

The world exists for

motion.

~

We move as prayer - a grace offered and found in return of motion.

Peace,

Eric

Belonging

it's our belonging - a sense of earth and

air open to our steps and breath

~

Running is our means to caress the world and to feel the brush of earth and air offered in return. In each caress there is a forgetfulness of separation - two objects merge on point of contact. No less for every runner. We need only remember - we belong.

Peace,

Eric

In Pleasure

our joy found in steps against the

ground - and in return

the earth revolves

in pleasure

~

Peace,

Eric

Faith Displayed

Least effort - runners give themselves to a step and the fall that follows. We trust the earth will meet against the foot and nothing more is needed. Distance is faith displayed.

Peace,

Eric

Earth Again

We are the stuff of earth breathed to life - a divine essence in grounded form. With every step the world resonates with our return. Earth again and sky kissed against skin - we are at once the path and the garden waiting at the end.

Peace,

Eric

In The Absence Of A Runner

To disappear within a step - aware solely of earth and sky and the sweep of all things passing. There is no runner - only motion. And so it is with every step.

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In the absence of a runner we find ourselves as unbridled awareness swept as motion. Absence means that we no longer fully identify with the trivialities of what we think while running. The thoughts may still flitter across the screen of mind -yet they are weightless in their drifting. As well, we tend with care to the body's concerns yet we know we exist beyond its form. It's the simple measure of opening to the endless sky after years of being clouded in - we come to know our original nature. The contemplation of any object or thought along with the self-inquiry of searching for the observer will shift perspectives to new awareness. Distance running provides us time to go beyond the thinker and the runner. In the absence of a runner - only awareness remains.

Peace,

Eric

Settled

Our return - steps given to the ground that once was our flesh and again to sky that holds our spacious nature. Running is the practice of merging briefly and then a flight of rebirth. Distance is simply the play of life against earth and air in measured form. There is no step that doesn't deeply in its passage - and in that truth we are less traveler and more settled in the reality of always being home. No matter the distance. Every step. Home.

Peace,

Eric