aria autunnale

air………

everywhere. everywhair. 

omnipresent fluid - are you invisible? 

I am breathing you in. I am breathing you out. 

could it be that easy? you are god? 

listening to people, obviously insulting each other:

 for me you are like air ossia for me you are air…
generally meaning: you are nothing for me. 

is the image really valid?   

being air for somebody else would mean: 

you are as important for my life as the air that I breath.

perhaps this is the sting that makes me use air as an simile in this respectless manner. 

I cannot stand the fact that anyone else is indispensable to my life.

god is invisible. god is everywhere.
like the air I inhale and exhale. 

what is existent? 

I stomach the air in my lungs. it becomes me. 

I stomach god. god becomes me. 

he or she or it is invisible. 

and in the same drag we need to inhale and to exhale him.
love is in the air. 

rather: 

love is the air. 

god is love. 

god is the air.

from time to time

from time to time in this funkily drowning furling world it is very helpful to visit the cozy savage pantheon of the indian deities. I go there for a cup of tea and some chapati, without any aim. but when I watch vishnu sleeping, aware of the fact that each exhalation creates an universe while each inhalation deletes it, a very special movement appears. singing the rediscovery of the consciousness of my human size…