Springandets väsen

En poetisk hyllning till löpning:

Springandets väsen

Av allt vi springer med                                                                                                                         inte är det bara benen

en glimt i ögat                                                                                                                                  vittnar                                                                                                                                                    om rörelsen                                                                                                                                            i hjärtat                                                                                                                                               stegen i fötterna                                                                                                                                speglar känslan                                                                                                                                    jag är möjlig                                                                                                                                        jag är en möjlighet                                                                                                                              jag är många möjligheter

springandet                                                                                                                                        fyller lungorna                                                                                                                                    med luft                                                                                                                                                 och tömmer                                                                                                                                         magen andas                                                                                                                                        tredje ögat andas                                                                                                                                 ett enda andetag                                                                                                                                   är allt som behövs

springandet                                                                                                                                           är sitt eget                                                                                                                                              så uppenbart                                                                                                                                        sin egen mening                                                                                                                                   det här steget                                                                                                                                        just det här                                                                                                                                             är det första                                                                                                                                         och det sista

springandet                                                                                                                                           är ett väsen                                                                                                                                           en andes doft                                                                                                                                      som uppenbarar sig                                                                                                                                i tår                                                                                                                                                     och fingrar

det nakna                                                                                                                                         enkla                                                                                                                                                        livet                                                                                                                                                   love inside out.

2015-07-02 12.51.43

 

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