Running from running

I run…
because its what we do.
Why do I run?

Jumping might get me higher.
I jog my way into jumping.
What am I trying to reach?

I skip my way into strolling
Walking steadily forward
But where am I going?

Maybe I should sit.
Best to sit upright,
towards calm alertness.

But lying is more restoring
My body rests,
As my mind suggests

Sleep is my objective
I sink into drowsiness
Released from my intentions
 
Timeless
Boundless
Still

Stillness wakes
It seeds a dream
I dream of running

I run…
because its what we do.

Incan Chasqui running the emperor’s message across the Andes.