satomipoema

… feeling of fluidity, softness, lightness … breathing provides the oxygen for the metabolic processes,
– literally it supports the fires of life –
breath as “pneuma” is the spirit or soul..
We live in an ocean of air like fish in a body of water. By our breathing we are attuned to our atmosphere…
– Alexander Lowen – The Voice of the Body

There is a community of the spirit.
Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street
and being the noise.
Drink all your passion,
and be a disgrace.
Close both eyes
to see with the other eye
– Rumi –

Breath is the bridge which connects life to consciousness, which unites your body to your thoughts. Whenever your mind becomes scattered, use your breath as the means to take hold of your mind again.
– Thich Nhat Hanh –

Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock ‘n’ roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights.
– Haruki Murakami -!Dance Dance Dance

… I disappear in your name
But you must wait for me
Somewhere across the sea …
– Tom Waits – Alice
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=aEj-mrwwaxo&persist_app=1&app=m

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.
– Audrey Niffenegger – The Time Traveler’s Wife

Berlin was charismatic in the roguish way of a love… It was a lover who was a little dangerous in ways that didn’t always show, keeping you a bit on edge, a bit in love and endlessly forgiving because he made her feel that she was exactly where she was meant to be… Berlin made you like who you were when you were there, as if everything worth being a part of in the world – all those modern ideas about sex and art and women; all that possibility – was right there, in its dark, beating heart.
– Whitney Otto –

6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
Blurred out lines
from hangovers
to coffee
another vagabond
lost to love.
– Charlotte Eriksson –

The railway was part scalpel, part movie camera, slicing the city open, parading its inner workings at fifty frames per second. It was on the S-Bahn that she felt least abandoned, as if the act of travelling turned back the clock, and brought her nearer to the future she had lost.
– Philip Sington – The Einstein Girl

Si nous perdons de vue les plaisirs et le luxe
qui enivrent les sens dans le plus sensuel
et belle et la plus simple des manières,
alors nous avons beaucoup perdu.
– Savannah Page – Bumped to Berlin