Our Devotion

In full surrender - each step

becomes the ground of

its devotion.

~

In truth, distance can't be measured, and time is nonexistent. We run in place with an ever changing scenario of perceptions. With no beginning and without arrival, there comes only a constant surrender to presence unfolding as the world apparent.

That's our devotion.

Peace,

Eric

The Puposelessness Of A Given Step

Purposeless - and grace is found by

earth and step.

~

Perhaps a greater purpose - or even none at all. It's enough to simply Be. Our existence is told in infinite language not spoken in common lives. We are grander than believed and too we are simplicity itself. And so to be defined by what purpose - an ego's game of win or lose? A race to hold a certain place across ground and time? Here's a purpose - to be lived through by life itself, an expression of beauty and known grace, to be motion for the caress we offer to earth and air. Our steps know this by design. Gravity is no more than the weight of their desire. Their only purpose is the fall and the love of their connection.

Peace,

Eric



Finding No Distance

Between each step - lies the distance of the world. Traveling is the illusion that there is someplace other than here. Our steps are for the pleasure of their touch against the earth. There is no place we could possibly be than this moment at hand. Distance is always present between our steps. In this realization - we have arrived - at the place we'll always be.

Peace,

Eric 

To Surrender Intent

With the absence of intent - we find ourselves measureless and running with each step arriving in the perfection of a moment. Already here, present, and now unfolding without means or care beyond a step taken - we know ourselves as distance.

~

It is not that we have to abandon intent as a means of achievement - it's that there is a recognition that on another note we are the measureless sweep of motion that has already arrived at a certain end. Indeed, our presence has been this tract of earth we run along, the air itself been a single breath of our extension, there is no place that has not held itself as our very own ground to step upon. We are distance in lieu of form. There is nothing then to achieve and intent only serves the runner. We are less than this - and too, as distance, we find ourselves as so much more.

Peace,

Eric

No One There

only steps - and the absence of a

runner apparent in tracks

now left behind

~

We are joined as space in what is viewed as distance - imaginary play of form dancing with itself. We call it running.

Peace,

Eric

Runnig In Place

We dream of attainment, distance, and always farther. Our dream is never enough. Running is the paradox of motion and the appearance of gaining new ground against the reality of stillness and the always familiar center of our being. This is the unchanging location of existence and where we witness in awareness the world that passes. We only run in the dream. Yet in this paradox is our secret to abiding joy within the illusion of motion - to simply know that we are dreaming brings us back to center and again to awareness. From here all things, the ground and sky and path itself are moving through us. We remain in stillness, rested, aware, content to know we're dreaming distance.

Peace,

Eric

Our Capcity Of Seeing And Seen

It's our capacity - open, allowing, intimate to the point of complete surrender to what is now and always present. This is how we see distance - with no break from eyes to view and still more as we continue in self as what is seen. One, unfolding in aspects of itself as other. Yet always one. There is no other and no place so far away that it is beyond us. Traveling is our amusement of time, the pleasure of steps to ground, and the mystery of rediscovering ourselves in so many hidden places.

Peace,

Eric