Accuracy of breathing

Holding breath, inhaling as deeply as I can, holding breath, exhaling through my nose as I think how I breathe, as I think I know how to breathe and where breath goes, what does it do, what is in breath, the quantity of air near me, the quality of air pulled and pushed, moved, circulated fresh, used, in the air that I must have in me that it is not just Oxygen, but Carbon dioxide, Nitrogen, Argon, water, Neon, Methane plus pollution. I don’t have to know the technique of breathing, but I can develop better at breathing and I can think what is it I pull in my lungs, in my cells and my blood. How what I have been breathing becomes me, how it can be measured and calculated and what it can tell about me as an organism, an individual and a human. How many times I breathe when I do not think about it, how long can I hold my breath, how long can I run without losing breath.

Things that breathe has, people and animals having breath, breath entails, it hides, breath that smells, breath that has speed reveals us, keeps us living as parts of this world breathing particles of the atmosphere. Vapor of breath in cold weather, heavy breath. I have to puffer and blow to make a visible steamy mark in the air, something I like doing. World is under breath, we are under breath, us breathing, under a breathing monster with big vicious looking mouth that we fear, many monsters with mouths channeling air and lungs breathing the same gas. To end up in a mouth of a monster is like being connected and disconnected repeatedly. The contradiction as we think the hugeness of a monster when it is in the little particles in the air. The thought that there is a monster, where is it and what is it like.

There is no danger, no hurry in breathing.  There is this relaxed moment of having unconscious movement of lungs, me observing my body doing its thing, keeping me alive, realizing its nature, my nature. The many times I breathe per minute and how short a time it is that I lose my consciousness if I cannot have a breath.

Fixed air. How to make weather? Respiration of all. All in one breath inhale and again empty our lungs without thinking.

To laugh and dance like spiritual guide, shaman finding altered states of consciousness and understanding the connection between human will, faith and the unseen, know we are the force of nature humbly, wisely and that there are those who are more powerful than us. To communicate with those powers of earth. To impress and tempt spirits who make the rain for us to live. We live to impress ourselves. Rain comes as it wishes.

What are we doing now? Why do we dance now? Do we trust our guides, scientists and thinkers who know what moves the physical world. It is strange how we are now effecting the weather and we are forgetting to respect spirits of nature. We say there are none. There are plants and animals, ecosystems. Should we know why this all is and why we think it is all for us. Is there a reason or just coincidence?

(A person who makes the weather, someone called bird of the ill weather. Person who has bad karma or just bad attitude towards life and brings it on everybody like weather.) How affected we are, and yet not. Staying unaware and needy makers of change.

To use weather as a verb that makes us and makes us make. The ultimate molder of earth and how we make our living.

The more
exited we get the more we produce carbon dioxide, Spiritus Sylvestre, wild spirit. Fast breathing, sweating and steaming.

Climate at high altitude is thin. Thin air.