I am running, consuming breath, consuming wind, yet I am renewed!
For the pleasure of living and breathing, yes this is what propels my feet to trod,
Though breathless I gasp, my gaze is steady upon life’s mystery, of life’s intrigues and possibilities,
So if you wonder, this is why I can not run then,
And this is why I plod onward, eager to trot, to push the pace,
As one when I run, I somehow become two: the pursued and the pursuring;
And in this I pleasure, I have discovered another who runs the course within and without: Love!
Love runs alongside, and joy also my companion.
No better medicine have I than this…than to run!
For when I run, the mystery I perceive is unveiled;
There is no end to it…Love…there is no end!