Fire flame

Lately I run harder, feet slap, ankle twitch, calf wrench, mouth grin; charge a hill, stride out a flat, ease a steep down; eat my lung-suck-heart-race. My mystic rose there, in that forge off that anvil. Got to fire the fire.

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Wrought by running

I am wrought by running. Bound, rebound for a rock in a rushing stream
mistake moon-gleam on puddle for moon-sheen on rock,
splash on, mistake reed-clump for ankle-suck mud,
laugh-curse, squelch on
grit-toed, grinning.

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Tempered by running

I am tempered by running.
My path unwinds,
hard enough close,
ethereal in the distance,
into which I dissolve.

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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 my run-in soul

Harder running secretes in me

a gorgeous, iridescent flow

which forms itself

around a flake of the flame

that sparks my life.

A new layer now,

of purple-gold with a tripple of green song,

lets my soul-pearl grow and glow.

(Context - I'm back from being part of Comrades Marathon 2013 with a medal sure (see http://www.time-to-run.co.za/ultimatecomrades/ if you like) and a lot more. And Life doesn't stop yet.  Part of what comes next is to keep this pearl fired here in daily life. The pic is from Freepix.com)

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Running okay

I just have to say that I like the way

that running made running okay

took me through its blister and wheeze

so pierced me receptive

and so tingled me responsive

and let the halo of sun

billow around me too

even on days I didn't run

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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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