Always There Belongs A Clear Sky

Each word points towards an open space - captured for a moment as a page. This is where our truth is found, not in what is told, but in the silence that is heard. Words are not reality, and yet they float as clouds within it. Always there belongs a clear sky, without thought and word, awake to itself, and aware of all that passes through its presence.

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Tracks are not the reality of a runner - only evidence of form left behind. Our reality is always in the moment of step, breath, earth, and sky. There is no need to search for it. Simply run.

Peace,

Eric

To The Point

To the point where there's no between  - and the immediacy of all that's happening is held within one view. This than is the only presence, a continuous mystery of self, unfolding in the guise of every aspect of the world.

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Our running presents only the promise of continuation. Distance is always one step farther - expanding in infinite wonder. Urging us along.

Peace,

Eric

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Or

Or - one soul in need of recognition and care for all its seeming parts. The world is not so divided as to find itself in separate need of healing. There is one existence in distinct forms, one soul given as the spread of life. Nothing is saved, nothing touched, nor healed, apart from our own salvation. The least aspect is of our extension and found holy by virtue of its connection. And so is true for us -we are no more grand than any appearance in existence and no less so than the true wonder of the infinite. It's all one thing.

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Running is that grand connection made of foot touched against earth and sky pressed against lips as every breath taken. There is no separation. Only motion - given as a prayer of recognition.

Peace,

Eric

In One Occurrence

As our occurrence - with no line drawn between life and our observation, we are indeed a participant of the whole. Nothing occurs that is not held as our own action, there is no beauty beyond our own reflection, we find no distance that is not stretched as of our own imagination. Everything is our own happening. That in which we stand in marvel is our own grandeur occurring in a single line of vision. We are life - in one occurrence.  

Peace,

Eric

Aware Of Itself And Full Of Wonder

At our end of the view - we find only presence, awake, aware of

itself and full of wonder.

Look.

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It's amazing - all of distance spreads from one single point, and we are the source that holds it all within our view. If we trace this view back, looking for borders, or lines that break the world in separation - we find none, we find nothing. And yet in this void we hold as self, thought, and face of who we are - everything appears. It's just one continuation of existence. It's you. It's me. It's the world. Running is now less about a measured course and simply seen as our expansion.

Peace,

Eric

The Infinite Capacity Of Existence

My own unbound spaciousness is one and the same as yours - and further still we match the sky in our expansion. There is no place that is not of our belonging, nothing unaccepted to our view, and beyond all there is no line that falls between us. We see ourselves in continuation of each other, a form given to the duality of the senses, and in this regard we learn the pleasure and meaning of touch, sound, sight, and love. This all plays within the template of our shared nature, the truth of who we are - the infinite capacity of existence.

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Even distance falls within our true nature - there is nowhere so far that we don't find ourselves. It's the nature of existence. Everywhere we run - there we're found. Always.

Peace,

Eric

Every Part A Revelation

In parts - and in between we find the mystery of the world. Even in our grandest view our attention falls short of whole. The infinite is beyond our focus. Yet every part is a revelation of the spaciousness of its reality. Our life is but a portion viewed within awareness - attention given to the details of gathered thoughts we hold as who we are. It's the perfect arrangement of the experience of now, this moment that seems as years, this part given. Yet our truth is always more. What allows our part to be played in the finite aspects of self - is our capacity as an awake, loving, endless presence, that allows it all to be. We are no less than the mystery itself. The source of every part.

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It seems we run in portions, a measured time and distance - yet always there is the whole of our reality. waiting to greet each step.

Peace,

Eric