By Jim Burnett
Blame it on the Midnight, Shame on the Moon for
evoking emotional longings.
For conjuring unattainable dreams.
Leading only to heartbreak.
As with loving, so with running.
Yogis say, Observe and accept.
In meditation touch the rough surface of the back of your palate with the tip of your tongue.
In your mind draw a vertical line from there to the center of the frontal lobe.
Imagine a full moon floating there.
Relax.
Accept the moon as it is.
It is what it is.
Let your mind empty.
Let the tension in your neck and shoulders drain down your spine and onto the ground.
Left trailing behind.
Thinking of the wistful voice of Gordon Lightfoot. Intimate.
Reflective.
Singing, Blame it on the Midnight, Shame on the Moon…
Now.
Relaxed.
Running.
Floating.
Flipping the surface of the road back underneath you with your toes.
Ankles spinning like wheels.
The body – legs, torso, arms, brain – just along for the ride.
Did you ever feel like you could run forever?
Me too…