Breath is the bridge which connects life to consciousness, which unites your body to your thoughts.
Breath is like an insect: its flight goes every which way, a butterfly-fragrance. Can you ever tell whose breath it is that catches you in a crowd?
Breath is circular, like the horizon on the open sea, a circle-fragrance. No one direction. It simply surrounds.
Coal is the combustible sedimentary rock typically dispensed in lumps that your spoiled offspring deserve to find in their oversize stockings, but which you will relegate to an empty threat.
16 concepts in this pillow book.