Breath Incarnate

Embracing Forever

Peace taken up by the flesh has a rhythm to it.  A field of frozen grass and falling snow, mixed with true inhabitants, will ripple with tongues of steam.  Life will move in and out of itself, and possibilities will disperse from their smoky origins, drift into the branches of trees at the field’s edge, and nestle into nooks beneath the boughs.

We share a breath that’s always breathing– here and there and all at once– a breath that snuck into itself and made a circle, and then snuck into itself and made a circle, and then snuck into itself and made a circle.  We share a breath that claims every face as her own, every emptiness as one of her dwellings.  She presses against our root, drawing everything near, and pauses for a moment, losing her every distinction into our silence.  Then we give her back, and she washes out all the…

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