i can
breathe the breath you just breathed
and feel it pass through
my bloodstream
as surely
and as fully
as if it were my own
object #4 and random pics
9 hours ago
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- stone eye
- winter sea
- its terrible beauty
- breathe
- alleyways
- christmas day 2011
- i know this long open place
- all we want
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- enough of words, come to me without a sound
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- this day ends gently
- deep autumn
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- out and across
- the small voice
- falling behind the horizon
- i watched the stars
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- so like silence
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11 comments:
This is a connection we simply never really consider. As disconnected as we can be - as intimate as we sometimes are - we are always connected through the very air we breathe...it was always here and ever shall be.
This reminds me of artwork that I saw in Dublin, several years ago. There were photographs of forest ... and lingering breath.
Intriguing.
I love the idea of sharing air/breath with you, Steven. Though somewhat far away from each other in terms of space, I still like it that we breathe from the same ocean of air.
reya we get to drink from the same ocean of air, the same ocean of water, the same ocean of love. steven
wow aguja - really! i would really like to see that! gasp! steven
rick there are layers of our experiencing that we overlook - not out of disconnectedness to them as much as they hover in that space that doesn't require our attention. i like yoga for that - it reminds me of the physical and then the otherness that defines my body and my self. steven
And your new header took my breath away!
Best wishes to you and those you love for the new year!
Sexy... (fabulous header wow!)
Sharing breath with family and friends; the question has to be is it the same as sharing breath with strangers?
The combined photos and words create a beautiful blog. Back very soon.
sweet. and I love the pics!
walt whitman's song of myself:
i celebrate myself,
and what i assume you shall assume,
for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
i just began reading this last night. i have only ever read his sing the body electric, as though that were enough truth for one man to expouse.
xo
erin
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