It's All Okay

No departure and no arrival - only a

singular awareness in the

nature of our

travel

Be at peace

~

Trust the body, believe in the fitness gained through training and have faith in the strength of will and mind. Relax. Surrender any desire for a particular result to the greater cause of spirit. We run our best by simply Being.

Peace,

Eric

Here

A single step contains all distance - and our reach is but an expression of the infinite itself. Running does not take us anywhere. We are travelers on an interior plane. Yet certainly our bodies are engaged in motion. The paradox is that for all the motion granted - distance remains always on the tip of every stride. The infinite remains our reach. We are always touching that which we seek. The gift of running is that we are here - and the world has stretched to find us.

Peace,

Eric

The Measure Of A Run

distance is defined only by the

infinite - and the steps we

take to add our

measure

~

Every distance run is a measured illusion - there is no set point belonging to an infinite world. As our own true essence is matched to the endlessness of reality - we are in fact running in place. Of course the body will tire and the mind will fatigue - that's why we play this game. Yet knowing this truth allows us a higher vantage as well. It's simply not possible for spirit to tire. Watch and tend the body. Observe the mind and the thoughts that cascade. But know your truth. And run from there.

Peace,

Eric

Doing

Expansion - running is awareness given to steps and breath and the stretch of ground before our stride. Our world becomes larger in the singular aspect of our doing.

Peace,

Eric

Now Taken

distance can't really be told of - but only

expressed in steps now

taken

~

If awareness is centered on these steps - each present step and its placing on the ground - then distance unfolds in the wonder of the moment. There is no need for focused concentration-  just a gentle nod of recognition that one step contains the whole.

And nothing more is needed.

Peace,

Eric 

Devoted To Ourselves

We meet ourselves in distance - a landscape found of steps laid against earth and soul. Running is the revelation of all we are not. It's the great dismissal of a false reality - that we are somehow a body carried by will and not spirit fully immersed in form and motion. Distance strips us bare of all illusions. Our steps are just given and given until we are empty of all save the devotion of our giving. And here we find ourselves - devoted to the pureness of our Being.

Peace,

Eric

The Zen Of maroon/The Zen Of Hills

There is no maroon...
Only thoughts that are
steeped in the wine
of color.
Until the moment offers the
blue of its expression.
And then...there is no blue.
Only the cobalt nature of
the thinker.

~

And so it is with running - there is no distance and nothing more to measure. A hill is first experienced by the mind and followed by the body. Yet before and during there is always and only the witness to the experience. We are the witness and the more we relate to this reality the less we struggle with the struggle of a hill. The body runs. Infinite awareness smiles at it all.

Even the hills.

Peace,

Eric