When I am here in the warmth, with a beach nearby, my feet whisper to me…’Please can we to go there, to run naked and free on the sand…’
They find their voice again and I listen – and together we play.
It has always been thus, and immediately when barefoot there is no attachment to races and times and all the chimeras I was once caught in…
I let my feet dictate the pace, the rhythm, the cadence.
The soles of my feet reflect my soul in motion, form disappears and we are one, my feet, the land the universe, consciousness, all that is in each step
Free
Me and they play
On this stage of life
Who is me, who are they
Who am I…?
This is the most important question we will ever ask – and when this question is answered in a traditional way; through all the identifications, the roles we play, then we miss the deeper inquiry of the question
Who am I
Who am I really….?
I knew from the beginning I was not a runner, but I felt too, that I came here to run; to run and become free through the running step, that ironically often seemed instead to trap me in the myths and chimeras of ‘time over distance..!’
And so over the years I let go… I truly experienced that ‘I am’ not a runner, i am not my times and my races and the achievements therein
And yet still I run, to become…
Still I run in races, for the fun of experiencing one step after the other and the other and the other; trusting each step and that when I stay in one fully entirely – the other will take care of itself.
And when we drop the baggage, the burdens of ‘what time have I run?’
What happens next…?
We stand on the start line and the gun goes and we run and run!
And then find out
‘What time have I run…?’ 🙂
But now with freedom in the knowledge that it is simply a play out on this glorious stage of life….
And “Who am I’ is beyond it all, before it all…
Always….
