Air is the tapestry of existence. Scents embroider its fabric with tangible shapes and hues.
All things dissolve and yield themselves to air--the dirt, the leaves, the plants. Even you. When you walk, you bathe in the touch of their molecules, and when you pass, you paint yourself in the shifting reflections.
When you breathe, you mix them in your blood.
When you breathe, you become.
20 comments:
Beautifil weaving with words.
Today was a tough day for me. On call, I was seeing so many patients, listening to so may stories of pain. It was hard to stay connected.
I forgot to breathe. Thank you for the artful reminder.
Jason,
What a startling image! It sort of caught me in my tracks. Did you take it?
This ...When you breathe, you mix them in your blood... stays my favourite line.
I like that mixture of scientific words and beautiful imagery, great poem Jason.
Jack-in-the-pulpit.
An exceptional photo.
Lovely photo and words.
I also love the "blogs after dark" and all the intriguing categories you've made!
I'm glad Bernita ID'd the plant. I was wondering.
The color is so sharp and detailed.. impressive picture!
Happy 4th of July to you!
and "when you pass, you paint yourself in the shifting reflections.
Now that is poetry ...sublime and poignant. And just plain pretty.
You do have a way of inspiring your readers, Jason.
*sigh*
As always, you've calmed my soul. I always find peace when I come here. Thank you, Jason
Ah. How joyfully your image (photo) and words dance to each other's rhythm. Your words point to the reality every moment holds, the moments we brush aside while waiting for something bigger.
"When you breathe, you become."
And we already are, aren't we?
Lovely, Jason. Just lovely.
Angelique
Oooh, Bhaswati, your comment is just as beautiful!!!!
Very cool. I especially like that picture.
Happy 4th!
That's true, which is why people find it so digusting to enter a bathroom to find a nasty smell!
i love the title to this. and i've never seen quite such a plant.
Mermaid, sorry your day was difficult. I'm sure you helped many people, even if it was at your own expense. Glad I could offer you something in return.
Suzan, yes, this is one of my forest pictures from this spring. It is a Jack-in-the-Pulpit in its natural environment.
Verilion, much appreciated, my friend. :) Technical sounding words are sometimes hard to weave into softer sentences.
Bernita, a beauty isn't it? I like how these plants have the black lines. I'm not sure they are all like that. Also, the seeds clusters are stunning.
Billie, thanks for pointing out the new blogroll! I used blogrolling.com for the longest time, but it stopped working the way it was supposed to. I decided to go back to a manual link list. I got the idea of breaking them into fun categories from a couple blogging friends.
Michele, thanks for the praise for the picture and my turn of phrase. :) And happy 4th to you too! I hope you're having a great day.
Sandra, a note like that makes it all worthwhile. :) Thanks for letting me know.
Bhaswati, wonderful thoughts to add to my musings! Thank you. :) We are more a part of each place, each moment, then we are generally aware.
Angelique, thanks! =) Glad you enjoyed the little moment.
Michele, yes, it's a gift when you all add your own thoughts and impressions.
Onipar, happy 4th to you! I imagine you're getting rain up there like us in SE PA. Hopefully, you're having just as much indoors!
Trevor, I've reminded my coworkers of that fact. Usually, right before lunch.
Kate, the Jack-in-the-Pulpit is a lovely little plant that grows in the shadows of the forest. What I've pictured is its bloom in late spring.
Lovely picture, they are such magical plants, and the poem makes the point well.
The colors in the photograph are stunning. I love such close shots but mine never seem to come out so well.
Excellent meditation on breath, Jason.
Apprentice, I agree, there is something inherently mystical about these plants. It helps that they grow in quiet, moist places.
Kaycie, close shots are very aperture dependent. When the aperture is nice and small, you get more in focus. The problem is, low light becomes an issue.
JLB, thanks, my friend. =)
Just had to thank Michele. Those words come easily when you read something as soul-stirring as what Jason wrote here. :)
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