Joy Of Its Own Mystery

Not surrendered - only one in received and given. Yet still this merging in a selfless act of love- step to earth, breath to air, and one again to distance.

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There is only this - and it seems as motion, and appears as runner. It's the reality of One played against itself in the joy of its own mystery.

Enjoy.

Peace,

Eric

Matched By Our Reflection

We are matched by distance - emptiness spread in both directions. Distance allows the world to unfold in the perfection of its order. And too, our emptiness is simply this same capacity carried further to meet the world. There is really no direction. We are the origin and continuation of distance. Seen from here - we are matched by our reflection.

Peace,

Eric

Various Shades Of One

disappeared - and favored now as earth,

and motion, and the way that

led to here

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It's an act of love - a lessening of self to serve as the capacity of what is seen, and heard, and experienced. Seen from direct experience, there is just the view extending through in all directions. We are the template for the scenery, the allowance offered as spacious awareness. From here - running is pathless. There are no distinctions other than various shades of one existence.

Peace,

Eric

Question And Non-Answer

every step a whispered yes to the

world of its creation...

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Does the step create distance for the expansion of its reach? Or does distance exist prior to the step, empty, aware, allowing of its capacity to be filled. Perhaps both, and still something more, perhaps we run within the stillness of the answer.

Peace,

Eric

This. All This

As this - distance plays through us. It's the awareness that each border, from bone, to flesh, and then air itself is a shed layer once examined. We are always more than that one step taken and then continued further as steps yet to be. In a word, we are expansion, and even this is defied by the infinite stillness of our nature. We are the capacity - for this. All this.

Peace,

Eric

Before (And The Distance That Comes After)

Before - and then a step taken. Unbound, and distance yet a measured thought, only awareness singular in existence. One step brings the world to view. One thought is its creation. Nothing abides before - full of this potential.

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Distance is a concept measured to the mind and step. Before we take a single step there is unbound awareness. Each step is taken in awareness. Indeed, there is nothing outside of this existence. There is only this. A runner goes very far - and never leaves their home.

Peace,

Eric

(We) Go On

We just go on - expressed as form and formless. We find ourselves continued in inconceivable ways. Find the single point where the infinite touches against flesh and we become less than who we are. With hands pressed to air our reach continues past the stars. There's only this on going presence of awareness. There's only Oneness dreamed in many forms. And so we come to distance - and a single step seeing itself in the vastness of its beauty.

Peace,

Eric