Monday, 2 September 2013
Mind opens
5 km run with mountain stream
Body sings,
mind quietens
then opens
magnificently
33.7 km run over mountain with sun or mud
Run, your body strengthens
you can play, race and explore with that strength
Run on, your mind quietens
Run on and on, your body and mind merge
Further on as one, you open to all that is
You, a fragile, robust marvel of life,
in this bursting great being,
as you run race, play, explore it.
Enough
Run strong, body sings
Mind opens, blossoms.
Mind and body merge.
Spirit rises
when running with singing body, blossoming mind.
Spirit rising: the marvel, the reward
It is enough.
More
... Until I see, more is made in running
the rising spirit
More is made
in the next repetition, in the next beat
of feet on the run-drum.
More: the mystic of which I write,
and, crack-voiced, sing
of mystical miles,
through which I run and beam,
Bits of which gleam in my fingertips
in kitchen, at desk, at traffic lights.
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In the mystic
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