Also refracted by running

I am also refracted by running
turned and returned
rainbow radiated
Westward whirled;
running's foot-crunch
echoes long, on and on.
Being curls through me
glossed, glistened
its longering song-beating

my heart feet.

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Risen by running

I am risen by running
footpath kneaded
effort warmed
star-glow fired
foot-flip quickened
soul fed, spirit spread
Fill fully fed.
Risen through the risings of running
grass songs
cliff whispers
profusion perfumes
newal and renewal aches
cycle and recycle chafes.

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Floating

Now past the jar of heel on tar
I can float four hours through
another full filling moon,
an on through its waning too

With its ginger-tingle of infinity
still that sunlight refracts
into ever deeper corners 
of this runlinging me.

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More

More

And then the richness 

of a long running moment.

Breathing a song of waterfalls, 

the flap of feet on tar; 

back nuzzled by the newly risen sun; 

a mind unclogged, clouded-blue pouring in;

a soul taut, trembling

to the song of the universe

And still more to run, still more to come.

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Stencil

Saturday after 6 am,

after 4.5 km up hills

in the dark past the last streetlight,

I hopped out of time-space

into a billowing profusion;

pinned branches to the sun,

allowed it

to stencil them on to me.

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The UltradeepBlue.
I still want to go there more.
First though to complete the preparation:
Get this body-mind a bit stronger
cleanse,tune this eager soul
... soon

Paul

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Blossoming

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Pulsing

That's me you know, running late summer heat, eyes aglow, flipping off a street, up a crunchy track. 
It's also me stopping out of the wind, cheek to comfort cliff, looking over city lights through clouds to the stars higher, feeling my pulse slowly slow deep.

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Frolic in an autumn mist

Later in the reflection of the run, as its flares refract, still more burns in me.

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Through, further through

Through, further through, the chafe of running 
is being out there among sun and stone. 
Feet float, flow, fizz. 

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Through running

In the sweat and grind, the race and beat of running, the thought rose in me that there is more perfectly magnificent.

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Beauty engaged

Beauty engaged is richer for me, than beauty only seen. Running engages me, meshes my cogs with the greater gears of being. More of Life begins to turn. Then more still. 

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Entering lightness

Feet crunching, soul quivering, out in everything, exquisitely.

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Regular Rhythm Run

In the doing it's done,
in the singing it's sung,
under the moon it's run.
A repeated-enough-rhythm,
drum-sung, drum-run,
lets us sing our hearts,
run our soul,
wink the effort-glow.

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In the moment

Ran into the moment, its dazzle and glow.  Went back for its perfecting sparkle and flare. Then in that shimmer saw something more; ran to it too. In that running, the moment marvellously began to blossom.

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