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...............................Midnight
Musings: Pneuma..............................
It is
insufficiently recognized that the words for wind, soul, and breath
commingle in virtually every language... Thus what moves the visible
world-body, indeed pushes it around, is the invisible world-soul,
which is wind, which is pneuma,
which is divinity, which is God. (Young,
Origins
of the Sacred,
introduction XXV)
Inebriate of Air
-- am I --
And Debauchee of
Dew --
(Emily Dickinson)
Sometimes in the
cool of the evening,
the truth comes
like a lover through the wind.
(John Michael Talbot)
Ah listen, for
silence is not lonely!
Imitate the
magnificent trees
That speak no word
of their rapture, but only
Breathe largely
the luminous breeze.
(D.H.
Lawrence)
I inhale
great draughts of space,
The east and west
are mine, and the north and the south are mine.
(Walt
Whitman)
There is no God,
but we, who breathe the air,
Are God ourselves
and touch God everywhere.
(John Masefield)
Would that you
could meet the sun and the wind
with more of your
skin and less of your raiment,
For the breath of
life is in the sunlight
and the hand of
life is in the wind.
(Kahlil Gibran)
Not I, not I, but
the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is
blowing the new direction of Time.
(D.H. Lawrence)
The
atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it
is odorless,
It is for my mouth
forever, I am in love with it,
I will go to the
bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked,
I am mad for it to
be in contact with me.
(Walt Whitman)
The breeze at dawn
has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
(Jelaluddin Rumi,
13th century)
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Spira
spiritum noctis.
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