Breathless. Wind.

Breathless.  Wind.  Two beautiful words that oppose one another.  What opposes is also what defines.  When defined, the Essence is lost.
Waking up, during that first second, there is a blissful heaven of invention.  Language does not yet exist.  The forms and our connection to them or our separation from them are not there yet.

Breathless…is to have no breath, it reminds me of something that it’s not…
Wind…where does it come from?  Why is it the loneliest of all weather patterns?…

Just breathless.  Only wind.


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