I like running intervals in the park
And so I keep running them
While I have the legs and heart that are willing to run, still…
I circled Battersea Park today under burnished golden red green leaves, trees tall and strong – sky grey… I ran
For now I live here, near the park which I raced around before
Where I ran and ran – in races and on the track
I ran to chase something I already had
I ran ‘to’ become
But I already was, I just didn’t know that then
I run still – and now there is a shift – in every step I run ‘and’ become
Nothing has changed except that I now know that I am going nowhere
There is nothing and no where to run to
Except to transcend the self
To know the burnished golden leaf, the river that flows, the bird that swoops…
To transform through the endeavour of stretching the physical limitations, without attachment to what this brings in terms of fruits of the labour.
Living life as a process rather than with an eye on the outcome is fun.
Running intervals in the park without a perception of ‘me’ – with no perception of the person at all is the ultimate fun.
One step only
A meditation on the move
It is why I keep returning to the park to run around it again and again
Running – freedom – as the run takes over and silence is all there is, within
I run to become
Not knowing where it is taking me
Life a continuous movement, where every moment we are different
And yet the same unchanging nature is at the centre and circumference of our being
The awareness of the futility of being anxious about the results of practising to run fast in bursts around a park washed me clean as the years went by – I was always aware of being pulled by this chimera
And what remains once it left…
Is the fun of running intervals around a park to see how fast I can run!