What it's like when the air is space is closed

after a night in the safe room, the morning air feels fresh, the crows assert their livelihood of noise and freedom

How can we close the air space? How does one close air, or space? Can we close down the air space in our lung, chest, heart? Is there light that can enter? What is allowed through? Must it be more subtle than air and space? No can do. What about water? Can we let through water? Water let’s us through, we let water through us, water in us, water from us. We were conceived in water, took root in water, were pulled from water with our own flooding into the airy realm at our birth, or were pulled through the incision from water to air. We are airy beings, watery and spacey. We have undigested fire, so much misdirected anger, and very little earth though we live within her orbit. Gravity is earth’s first expression, her loving embrace towards matter. But what gets lost? Everything. How far have we strayed. Being concerned with the universal, we neglect the personal. Overly concerned with the personal, we ignore the universal. Can’t we abide by both?