breathing

When a man has lost all happiness, he's not alive. Call him a breathing corpse.

What art offers is space - a certain breathing room for the spirit.

Oh! Did you hear that Haley Spencer asked him to homecoming?_ she exclaimed. __f course I didn__. You__e my source of gossip, remember?

I saw to the south a man walking. He was breaking ground in perfect silence. He wore a harness and pulled a plow. His feet trod his figure's blue shadow, and the plow cut a long blue shadow in the field. He turned back as if to check the furrow, or as if he heard a call. Again I saw another man on the plain to the north. This man walked slowly with a spade, and turned the green ground under. Then before me in the near distance I saw the earth itself walking, the earth walking dark and aerated as it always does in every season, peeling the light back: The earth was plowing the men under, and the space, and the plow. No one sees us go under. No one sees generations churn, or civilizations. The green fields grow up forgetting. Ours is a planet sown in beings. Our generations overlap like shingles. We don't fall in rows like hay, but we fall. Once we get here, we spend forever on the globe, most of it tucked under. While we breathe, we open time like a path in the grass. We open time as a boat's stem slits the crest of the present.

Probably it can be a deeper level.. even it can be a part from The Life Of One kid... but what I did... was that I am just going to leave people with confusion as always... The Life of One Kid... has found it's own end... just now breathing... soon It's going to stop breathing.

Drinking the energy of the universeBreathing along with the CosmosWith each breathI am rebornInto a brand new existence.

That is a terrifically intimate thing, you know? Letting a stranger light your cigarette. Leaning forward so he can hold a flame to your lips. Pausing to breathe in before you pull back again.

Poor breathing is to low energy as bad air filter is to low car performance.

Some students are in a hurry to begin "real" pranayama. They go right to the later stages without first laying a quality foundation, and their practice often suffers. First find out what is. This is also part of the answer to the question Who am I?

The first kiss is the deepest.""The last breath is the hardest.

When you want wisdom and insight as badly as you want to breathe, it is then you shall have it.

Just because I__ breathing, doesn__ mean I__ alive; vice versa.

Only when you explore the ecstasy of simply being, where even to breathe is a distraction, can you call yourself complete.

Sometimes just breathing is enough.

We're always one breath away from something, living or dying, sometimes it just can't be helped.

I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can__.

We want a little risk in our lives because it keeps things interesting. It wakes us up, it gives us a sense that we're alive and breathing and doing Something! Throwing yourself into it begins with being grateful that you even have something to throw yourself into.

May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall... to feel youall i have to dois breathe.