There is no greater, more constant exchange of matter between ourselves and the world around us than our breathing. In and out, we take what we need and give the rest away. We are subscribers to the atmosphere: to the lofty tides and the streams that carry away our refuse and import a fresher gust. The breeze is constant. No sooner have we sown the skyey seeds than reaped their fruits and thrown out the chaff. Breathing is an agriculture of its own, self-sustained but with a reliance on and love for what Nature allows.
What air I exhale yesterday a stranger will inhale tomorrow. All are kept under the blanket of the same sky. This connection makes me forget my personal concerns and reminds me of the purpose of all life. But maybe we will outgrow even respiration one day and become like the elements, the dead seas, and the unmovable mountains. Breathe consciously for a moment; breathe as slowly as you can.
You are a petrified forest. You are the ocean floor. You are Fuji.
But with my deepest breath, I cannot swallow the sky whole. I cannot erode the plateau's face or even bend the arm of a single tree. I might as well be the fleeting scent of a spice wafted and splayed on the endless wind.
Ew... I don't want to breathe other people's air. D: » randomjunk
on 2008-08-06 06:59:20 Breathing
» invisible on 2008-08-07 12:48:47
I haven't been outside in a long time besides going to and from my car.
I miss the trees.
» invisible on 2008-08-07 12:49:56
That was nicely said.
» Bizzle_whore on 2008-08-07 05:26:03
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