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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