When I run dark streets, early mornings I reflect on many, many things..
It's just how I'm wired
It's how I roll
I reflect on the African proverb...
'when you pray move your feet'
And I think of our Jo
I think and I think
As I run early mornings, dark streets, cold streets...
Every step a thought of you
Every breath a prayer for you
We run side by side
You invincible
Me invisible
When I run I pray for you.
I attended a course in Toronto several weeks ago. All participants were given a name plate to place on the table. On one side was my name on the other side a message.
It read:
"Only when your conciousness is focussed on the moment you are in can you receive whatever gift, lesson or delight that moment has to offer".
Barbara de Angelis
When I run dark streets, early mornings I am most susceptible to a state of oneness, a state of mindfulness.
I am, at that moment, invisible.
I see a ghost-like image of myself as I run. I see the fluidity, the strength, the breath streaming over my face into the darkness. I hear the rhythm of my heart, the crunch of my steps, the evenness of my lungs. I see an image of myself running dark streets, early mornings.
I am, at that moment, invisible.
I see a ghost-like image of myself as I run. I see the fluidity, the strength, the breath streaming over my face into the darkness. I hear the rhythm of my heart, the crunch of my steps, the evenness of my lungs. I see an image of myself running dark streets, early mornings.
I am, for that moment, invisible, invincible.
My brain becomes flooded with gifts, lessons, delights and I become peaceful in that moment.
Life washes over me, through me, around me.
Life washes over me, through me, around me.
It's a good day to be invisible, invincible, alive.
For Jo.
For Jo.
Mike